Puppy Love [Job/Solo]

Job Description:

It had seemed that as of late Gil Vessalius was growing bored very easily. Before he could have lounged around in the sun drinking wine for hours at a time, yet it seemed like Gil was as restless as a cat these days. He couldn’t bear being confined within the empty kingdom’s walls. He was never a particularly social creature but when his only option for interaction was with his less than pleasant guildmates, Gil required interaction with others, those who would bend to his will with ease. Or perhaps Gil was a social being, after all it wasn’t as if he was always this way. His mind drifted back to simpler times filled with lavish parties, and a plethora of people around him, every single one of them ready to listen to him if he were to utter even a single word. Yet, as pleasant as those times were they were also very…


Countless people around him who would satisfy his every whim, but it was all because they had no choice but to. There was not an ounce of excitement, no one to challenge him so that he could prove them wrong. No change, no variation, and they only served to inflate his ever growing ego. That was what he wanted though right? A scowl had set itself on his visage as he approached the job board. It had appeared as though his ego and his soul weren’t in the same place, and his mind would suffer the consequences of that with an unbearable headache if he didn’t find something to distract himself.

Approaching the job board, out of habit Gil’s hand had already found its way into his mane of carefully slicked back blonde locks. He smoothed back the already perfect hair as his crimson gems glanced over the various jobs upon the board. Most of them were mundane, they were a dark guild yet all they got were pesky requests, only a portion of them to do something bad. Not that Gil was out to cause trouble unless of course he was provoked to. Causing chaos for no reason wasn’t exactly Gil’s style nor was it his guilds. Lyserg as well as Tartarus still clung to the shadows as they strove for power, which was why all they received was such silly requests put out by the lowest of the low, commoners and petty thieves alike.

Gil wanted a job that would allow him to get out of the guild, but he also didn’t want anything too strenuous. He was the type who did jobs not out of necessity but simply to pass time, and only did one’s in accordance to that belief. Besides he simply was looking to pass time and find a reason to leave the prison like castle walls for a short while. A certain job stood out to him, one that suited his particular set of skills but it wasn’t exactly the most….Challenging of jobs. Nor did he want certain guild mates to find out that he was actually considering taking on such a silly task. Casting a glance this way and that Gil snatched the job sheet off of the board, shoving it into his jacket pocket.

It wasn’t as if Gil was embarrassed of taking on such a ridiculously simple job that even the most common of mages could complete. In fact it was debatable on whether or not Gil was capable of feeling such an emotion as embarrassment. That would after all imply that Gil knew such as thing as shame or was by chance self-conscious, both of which were impossible for Gil. He had taken the trouble of making sure that no one had seen him take the job description, or was seen with that little scrap of paper, simply because it would have been troubling. It would have created an inconvenience for Gil, and that was not acceptable. He liked for things to be simple as they should be for someone like himself. He certainly was not embarrassed or capable of that feeling, at least not consciously.

The job itself, the mundane, simple, silly job was….Well, it fit Gil’s abilities almost perfectly. Apparently some imbecile had lost their puppy in the Spooky Forest. As to what the client was doing near or within the Spooky Forest, the same forest that was home to one of Fiore’s most notorious dark guilds, with a puppy? Gil couldn’t begin to fathom the reason save for the client not having a brain. Finding a puppy in the woods would be a relatively simple task, provided that Gil commanded beasts. He could easily summon a beast to sniff out the small canine, or could command the creatures within the forest to find them as well. The job was exactly what Gil had wanted: something that got him out of his guild, away from his obnoxious guild mates, and would not prove to be challenging in the slightest. It would be as easy as a light jog, or as finishing off a glass of wine.

Going through the proper steps, Gil had managed to make contact with the client. Assuring that he would meet them just outside of the Spooky Forest in a few days time. Gil being an honorable King, held true to his promise of arriving at the edge of the Spooky Forest on the desired day. The Journey itself was an easy one, the distance between his guild and the Spooky Forest proving to be the only challenging part. The Journey itself was spent with plenty of stops at taverns and bars, drinking only the finest wine. Walking was hardly a concern, he had merely summoned a beast or two to simply ride their, only the most elegant of beast of course.

The client was a reserved looking woman, with bangs that fell over her eyes, and wide rimmed glasses. She seemed to be on the ditzy side, and her scraped knee’s and hands suggested that she had a nasty habit of falling down. Which is exactly what she did when the golden mage stood before her. Tears dripped down her pale cheeks, disgusting. This mere puppy was apparently her very livelihood. It was the only thing that loved her and that she loved in turn, though she promised that he’d have her eternal love and gratitude if he were to bring her back the canine. “I don’t want the adoration of such a pathetic creature such as the one before me.” He thought with a sneer but still agreed to finding her lost puppy, and of course telling her to stop acting like such a disgrace to humanity.

Before actually entering the forest Gil took a moment to pause on the edge of its more than ominous border. He wasn’t afraid of what lurked within but he did have to pay some sort of respect to it. Just as Tartarus let the monsters of Fat Monster Land, a land who housed exactly what its name implied, serve as the guild grounds natural protection so too did Savage Skull let the creatures of the woods protect their own guild hall. Yet there was some sort of truce between their two guilds, surely Gil wouldn’t have to be wary upon entering. Then again it was hard to say if the outskirts of the forest were in the jurisdiction of the dark guild.

Taking a deep breath Gil entered the forest. To others the mostly dead tree’s, the persistent fog, and relative darkness even in the middle of the day might have been considered “spooky” but Gil felt fine. There was even a subtle drop in temperature from the mild climate outside of the wall of tree’s, to the chilled air within the forests confines. Gil wasn’t one to fear the same things that others often feared. As long as his looks, possessions, and control remained intact then Gil would have no reason to fret or scream like a little girl, not that his vocal chords were even capable of producing such a sound. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Gil took another deep breath. Hopefully, this search wouldn’t take too long.

The search for the puppy was taking much longer than Gil had initially expected. It was beginning to grow on his nerves, wandering about the forest trying to find an insignificant puppy. At first he had thought that he might just find the puppy without having to expel or waste any magic on the search for it. Either the little creature was adept at hiding, being lost, or it might have already been dead. Though, it was hard to imagine a puppy as much of a meal for any creature that happened to reside within the forest. Regardless of its current status, whether it was dead or alive Gil was getting paid to find the little creature. Preferably, his preference rather than owners, in a somewhat timely manner.

Letting loose an annoyed huff of air, Gil figured he had no choice but to use magic. He could cover more distance by using his creatures to track down the lost pup. “I command thee-” He began his chant to summon a beast, one that would be able to maneuver with ease in the dark woods. With a golden flash that temporarily illuminated the otherwise darkness filled woods, the desired creature, or rather creatures had appeared. Two falcons, with dark feathers that glistened in what little light that resided in the forest, and were otherwise the perfect image of what every falcon should hope to look like. “Search this area for a puppy. Report back to me if you find it. If it’s small enough I suggest carrying it back to me so as to be more efficient. Go.” He gave a wave of dismissal and the birds took off ready to carry out their King’s order.

The two falcons took off into the forest, weaving between the thick, dead tree's with ease. They split apart after a few feet, to divide the search between the two of them though they never strayed too far from where the King awaited them. They covered a large amount of ground in their flight, but alas the puppy remained out of sight from them, unless it happened to be in some creature's belly. As the falcons soared through the forest, their keen eyes constantly looking for the lost puppy, it gave the appearance that Gil was completely defenseless to the creatures that lay within.

The blonde leaned against one of the dead and decaying tree's, careful to make sure that his jacket would not be ruined by touching it. He would wait there until the falcons once more returned to his side, but it would see he would not be alone in his wait. Slowly, a snake pale and slender edge its way down the tree in which Gil leaned on. It was silent but agile making its way towards a moderately pale throat, that vulnerable for attack. Just as a low and threatening hiss escaped its mouth as it bore its poison filled fangs at the exposed flesh, ready to strike, a sudden snap accompanied by a voice gave the serpent pause. "What makes you think that you can touch me. You pitiful distraction." Gil's voice had taken on a different tone than normal, it was confident but had an almost velvet like quality persuading the serpent to listen to him. The scaled creature was as Gil had said merely a distraction, a pawn used in an attempt to divert his attention or even by chance steal his life away. Yet that plan had failed and now those other creatures that lurked within the forest had but no choice to make their appearance.

The member 'Gil' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

'Monster Dice' :

With his back still pressed to the tree, Gil's arms folded across his broad chest, one golden arch raised in question as the forest floor seemed to rumble as something approached him. The snake slithered back to where it had came from, leaving Gil alone with whatever it was that had dared to approach him or try to take him by surprise, only to fail miserably. There was no longer a familiar pull on his magic, meaning that his falcons had disappeared no longer remaining within this realm. Considering that they had no returned to his side or notified him of finding the lost puppy, Gil could only assume that it was not within the immediate area. He'd have to continue the search but that would have to wait. Gil had much bigger problems to worry about.

The source of the shaking of the earth appeared in the form of glowing eyes emerging from the shadows between the dead tree's, only there were multiple pairs of them. Soon enough the owner's of those eyes revealed themselves, Vulcans. The primate like creatures revealed themselves, their nostrils flaring at the golden sight before them. It was a sort of male pride, or rather a need to decide who was the alpha. The vulcans seemed to be able to sense the arrogance within Gil, his need to be King of the pride, and in turn of course they felt the need to assert themselves as the leaders, the alphas. Of course, between the vulcans and Gil, only one of them could be the King.

Gil's eyes glanced between the vulcans that loomed about him. None of them seemed to happy about his presence within the forest, nor was Gil particularly enthralled by theirs. Instinctively, his nose crinkled up in disgust. Vulcans were nothing more than incompetent, overgrown primates to him. Their appearance might have been frightening to a common traveler but to a mage, a Tartarus mage at that, a vulcan looked to be a silly creature. It's torso was ridiculously large compared to its lower half, and its face as well as head was an almost comedic sight to behold with its ugly visage and almost horn like head. There were of course subtle differences to each individual vulcan, some of them larger than others, some of them bearing more fur or more battle scars than the others. Yet when it came down to it they were all nothing more than large monkeys that were only a little smarter than the average primate. Which meant that five of them would not prove to be a challenge to Gil. Especially, because of how a few of them seemed to lack the pride, strength, and spirit that the others had.

As the vulcans leaned closer, none of them having yet to make a move. It seemed that first they wanted to inspect the golden man, having never seen such a bright figure in their short memory span, and once thoroughly inspected they could then proceed to pummel him. They made little primal grunting noises to each other, their own barbaric way of communication. This obnoxious communication other than annoying Gil, to provide him some useful information in which he could use. Three of the vulcans more or less dictated their conversation, while two of them remained silent or were more or less told to be quiet by the other three. That and there was one other thing that they revealed to Gil.

It was an ability of Gil's one that more times than not annoyed him but it did at times have its usefulness. It wasn't as if there were many mages out there that could claim they understood vulcan talk, or any other animal talk for that matter. If given just a few minutes Gil could pick on other creatures languages in a moment, save for his own species. If given even more time, Gil could recreate or even speak fluently in the language of the beasts if he had the will to do so. However, Gil had never had the will to bother to learn to speak in a beasts native tongue, not of course because of another particular ability of his. A certain ability that he would be using upon the vulcans shortly or rather a few certain vulcans.


The vulcans incessant chatter had finally ended, the three larger vulcans having apparently decided upon a plan of action. Which included having the two of the weaker vulcans carry Gil off to the puppy, so that they could feast on the two of them at the same time. As if the two weak vulcans, or even all of the vulcans together were actually capable of such a feat. Mere vulcans feasting upon someone like himself? Gil was at the top of the food chain, he was not prey meant to be eaten, if anything he was the predator and he would be sure that the vulcans knew that. As the two weak vulcans approached him, even though they were smaller than the rest of their species they were still quite large even in comparison to Gil, the blonde mage gave a confident smirk,

The two approaching Vulcans had stopped in their tracks at the sound of Gil's voice. It had the same charm earlier as it did on the snake, that confidence thick in his almost velvet like voice. Its sound was like that of a caress, bidding others to simply obey him, and promised that if they did as he told they would receive the utmost satisfaction. However, Vulcans were simple minded creatures, enough so that they couldn't possibly understand him, so his ability only gave them pause. It would appear that they would need some convincing, something that Gil knew exactly how to do.



He begun the chat once more, and this time a new creature had appeared with a golden flash of light. An imitation succubus, not a true succubus but a beast that shared many properties that female demons held. Busty, silver haired, with dark wings and tail twitching in excitement the succubus gave an extravagant bow to the two weak vulcans who were more or less enamored by the creature. "I'm sure you don't want to eat me now." The vulcans nodded in response to Gil's words but their eyes remained transfixed on the female figure before them. "I might consider letting you look upon my succubus if you perhaps took care of those other three vulcans, unless, of course, you want them to have her?" It would be easy enough to play upon the vulcans, he had no doubt that they'd fight among themselves over a female if given the chance. Now after a bit of convincing Gil had managed to get the two weak vulcans to fall prey to his ability, letting him command them rather than the alpha vulcans.

All five of the vulcans looked between the succubus and then each other before letting loose ferocious roars that was accompanied by them slamming their large hands against their almost as large chests. Still, leaning against the tree Gil watched as the chaos he had created unfolded. "Go on get them. One by one. If you two attack one of them then you'll win." Vulcans weren't exactly the brightest of creatures, requiring Gil to give them very specific and very detailed orders. To think he had to actually waste his breath on them. Responding to his commands the two weak vulcans were quick to turn on their kind, attacking the single vulcan that was not currently in an arm wrestling match over the succubus. The two weak vulcans smashed their fists upon the vulcan, the fact that there was two of them seemed to overwhelm the single vulcan.



Gil's crimson gaze shifted from the two weak vulcans that were still pummeling the other vulcan to the succubus in which he had summoned. His summon pouted her ruby lips before looking at the two primated that were still arm wrestling over her. She let loose a sigh before jumping onto one of the vulcans necks, her thighs tightening about its throat as her arms encircled the vulcans head as she began draining that vulcan of its mana, its very energy. At least she drained it of enough energy to let the other vulcan over power it, and slam the vulcan with the succubus still attached, to the ground with the earth cracking beneath it.

The vulcan had picked up the succubus clutching her petite frame with his massive hand, and lifting er as if she weighed nothing. The beast begun a victory dance with the succubus along for the ride, bouncing on top of its fallen comrade, the one that the vulcan itself had defeated. Victory was rather short lasting for that said vulcan, as the succubus disappeared with a golden flash of light, her time having run out. It seemed confused for a moment, unsure of where the pretty woman could have gone. Then anger took hold of it as well as the other two weak vulcans whom had stopped pummeling their comrade the moment that the other vulcan had taken hold of the object of their affections, only to lose that very object. Without a moment's hesitation the three remaining vulcans, the one's that had without any hesitation beat up their companions, were quick to try and beat up one another. Which is something that Gil could not bear to watch another second of,


With a flash of golden light another creature of his had decided to make an appearance, this time the bone white, leathery Wyvern had taken the stage. Being smaller than the three vulcans, all of which whom were engrossed in a fist fight, it made quick work. It would attack the losing vulcan, it's teeth digging into the flesh of the vulcan's neck as two other vulcans fists hit it in the abdomen.  It repeated this process once more, it's teeth tearing into the other losing vulcans throat just as the other vulcan's fist hit it, and if that damage alone wouldn't kill it then the wyvern's poison tipped fangs, claws, and even spiked tail would certainly kill it.

At long last the remaining vulcan fell to the ground with an audible thud, the bone white wyvern still on its back. It's fangs remained firmly planted in the vulcan continuously pumping more of its venom in the barely breathing creature, and its spiked tail and claws were firmly impaled within the dead or dying primate. "Do with them as you wish." Gil waved his hand as if to wave off the wyvern, what it did with the poisoned vulcans was of no concern to Gil. He was thoroughly finished with the Spooky Forest, and now that he had gotten his fill of entertainment, poor entertainment at that, Gil was ready to return to his guild hall. However, there was one last task he had to accomplish before he could do so.


The little creature was a bit deeper in the woods, too far for his falcons to have traveled. It lay in a pile of dead grass, shivering and whimpering. Perhaps it knew that it was going to be eaten by the vulcans? Letting out a disgusted sigh at the canine, Gil crouched down as he neared the pup and its unceasing cries. "How disgusting, to think this little runt is considered man's best friend." Gil wasn't exactly a dog person, he didn't mind them if they appeared noble and obeyed orders, but this thing was too young for either of those things. Besides Gil's cat life nature tended to mean that he favored felines, and in turn they often favored him even without the aid of his ability.

Even though feline's favored him, beasts in general were lured in by Gil's charm, or his own ability to seem like the alpha. The puppy was no exception to this, if anything it seemed to be even more affected by it than other creatures. "Come here." Still, crouched the tall blonde beckoned the puppy forward. Slowly, but surely the little creature edged its way closer, ears perked up as it stared at the crimson eyed mage. Finally, Gil's fingertips met with a wet snout, that cautiously sniffed at the elegant hand until its tongue licked it once, twice, and then it began to rub its head along the backside of his open palm.



Gil's face contorted into an expression to match his feeling, but his hand went to scratch at the back of the puppy's ears. They remained like this for a few moments, the puppys affection was pleasing, its genuine excitement at having received Gil's attention and aid was almost.... charming. "You're not so bad...." He muttered picking the small canine up with a single hand before cradling it in his two arms, the creature already getting settled in the comfort of his arms. Just as the canine had fallen victim to Gil's alpha like qualities, it would appear that the blonde fell victim to the charms of the puppy. This little ball of fur was certainly not going back to its owners, not after they had lost the cursed thing in the Spooky Forest, it deserved a much better master. What better was there than Gil himself?