Shabazik on DeviantArthttps://www.deviantart.com/shabazik/art/Hastur-and-the-White-Hermit-256446021Shabazik

Deviation Actions

Shabazik's avatar

Hastur and the White Hermit

By
Published:
11.5K Views

Description

previously on the drow trio

previosly on Fluffy, the Pet Elf


"So" said the white hermit, leaving on the table the sword he was working with. "You finally deigned to appear, uh Hastur?"

The crippled wild elf with hair of fire entered in the workshop, using his staff to walk... it was one of those bad days, in which the old wounds were more vivid than never.

"So: did Alisha finally come back to her senses and drop you? Have you come here with your tail between your legs?"

"My relation with Alisha is as good as allways."

"Then why didn't she come? She surely is a better company than yourself."

"Nah. I came because I had a feeling you were up to something weird, old man. What perverted things are you doing here anyway? A Harem, eh?"

"uh?!"

"You will say to me you didn't noticed these three soot-elves like the one we see some summers ago in the slave market? Then really living in this swamp had rotten your brain, elf!"

"They are drows, dark elves. And no, they aren't my harem".

"Then for what you want three sexy drous slaves?"

"It's Drow. And they aren't slaves... not anymore at least, as they escaped from death in hands of the swamp, from where I rescued them"

Hastur thought for a moment, before saying.

"Whaaaat!? DUUUUDE! We could have had three hot slaves for the taking!"

the White Hermit smirked. "I did you a favor by not keeping them--those girls were bad news as slaves! Would have cut you a new smile on your neck!"

"You should have let me be the judge of that! If they were good fighters, they might have helped me in my search for my niece? you know, the one I have been looking for decades? uh?!"

"Of course your intentions are so honorable -- not! Like some escaped drow from the far north would know anything at all about your long lost niece!"

"You aren't fooling anybody. If they aren't you harem: why are you working shirt-less?"

"It's a hot day."

"Not only that, but you have been working out, eh?"

"Shut up. At least I wear wear a shirt SOMETIMES!"

"Pfffftt" said Hastur, looking around at the workshop, to the several weapons, tools and toys made by the old High elf.
"Anyway, speaking of my niece..."




Belád Bonceduil, the White Hermit, sighed... always the same:

He knew this hot-heated wild elf for what? a bit less than a century? They allways where fighting, bothering, annoying, insulting and doing pranks to each other, but in the deep, they where friends... and the obsession of Hastur wasn't healthy: Hope is good, but can be as well a damn itself...

"I have told you hundreds of times times.

She is gone Hastur.

Like I accepted in the end the loss of my Sarinee, you should do the same with your niece, and go back to your life again"

However, instead of rage, anger or other of the normal overreactions of Hastur, the wild elf just smiled.

"I found her" he said.

"What?!!"

"That I found Naemae." The white hermit was completely perplexed... "not only I found her, but she IS alive! And what a beautiful woman she is! Just like my Naemae...

"How?!"

"She was a slave of the orcs... No idea how, but in all these years, I failed to find her, and she seem to survive longer that some of the more valiant heroes I have met..."

"Is she still a slave of the orcs? Are we going for her?" asked the White Hermit... By now, this lost niece of his old, annoying friend almost felt like his own.

Hastur negated with his head.

"No, no... She was sold to a dwarven caravan... no! no! We don't need to attack some dwarven traders" said Hastur looking to Belád. "She was liberated..."

"So were is she now?"

"She married, and had a... well... happy family, I suppose..."

"but?" asked Belád for the pause Hastur was doing...

"...but, her village was attacked."

"AH!!! Who was this time? Humans? Kanovs? Loranor? Orcs? Wild elves, true? These stupid wild elven tribal wars!" said the white hermit bothered with the useless rivalries of the wild elves

"Hey! We have as much intern wars as the stupid High elves... but no... they were victims of... uh... elven-orc wars...

"Stupid wars"

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand now I have a problem, and I need to ask you a favor."

"What do you need?"

"well... for now, I found my niece Naemae and her family after the attack, so they have nothing now... afterwards, I joined up with Alisha, and we escorted the refugees to the shores of the swamp...
Please, please: Can I bring my niece and... eh... her family to live here?"

The White Hermit hesitated for a moment.

"Why you don't lead them to some elven lands, like Thilien?
I'm an hermit, and surely they'll be better off there."

"I really sort-of-doubt that they will be accepted in Thilien."

Belád sighed. Surely it was more of the racist wild-high elven racism, or something stupid like that. Stupid societies. That's why he hated them.

"Come on, you already have three women here... how can you be an hermit? Please!"

Belád wavered.

"How many of them there are?"

"Only twelve, thirteen with Naemae"

The white hermit thought for a moment: but finally, he accepted.

"Very well... But just for a time, before they find a permanent home. Some wild elves more, some less, can't be a problem... unless they are some lame bastards like you, of course..."

Suddendly, the Whithe hermit hugged the lame elf. "Congratulations on finding your niece!"

"Yeah... thanks" said a bit embarrased Hastur "...and her family: wild elves.... uhhh... ehh" mumbled Hastur " -Not"

"Hey. Where did you put my coal?"

"What?"

"Aside from the one you hidded in my shoes, bastard!" said the White Hermit to Hastur, quickly changing the hug into a submission hold...
_________________________________________
"Who is the newcomer?" asked Ivoÿn, limping with her bad leg and trying to take a peak into the workshop of the white hermit.

"Some wild elf, I think." said Milvais

"I call dibs on him"

"Do whatever you want. He's probably taken, anyway."

"Why do you say that?"

"The Old guy and the wild elf guy. They surely act like a couple, and that would explain why that old geezer didn't respond to my moves, but just acted weird."

"Awww... you are jealous!"

"I'm not! And you want that sunny-elf? Take it. Surely, as you two are limping, you can have between you two a single pair of good legs!"

"Shh! They will hear us!"

In that moment, after the elves spoke in a dialect they didn't understood, they hugged.

"Told you. Totally gay" said Milvais.

"Awww... he was kind of cute."

Image size
1847x1368px 589.56 KB
© 2011 - 2024 Shabazik
Comments49
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Savachika's avatar
Now I understand why Milvais is so interested in White Hermit.