Lenvor did not appreciate interruption, and the noise of footsteps coming through the brush did not make him happy at all!
He stood slightly over six foot tall, with a rather weather beaten but recognizable wizard's hat perched on his head. His 'robes' could only barely be desribed as such. Rags would be more accurate. He called himself a 'Village mage', despite there not being a human village nearby. Polite folk would call him a 'hedge mage'... Unpolite folk would rather say 'Insane bastard'. He'd been called both.
He was a hermit, by choice, and had been living out here for over twenty years now. Certain... magical spells had allowed him to lengthen his life considerably due to a local legend about the fey of the area. The locals (the nearest village was about twenty miles to the East) claimed just eating one of the Fey would be enough to give you a few years of life, and indeed from his studies their flesh seemed regenerative in nature. But it would not alone lengthen your life. For that he'd had to find a special way as his studies had shown that to give any extension of lifespan the Fey would need to be ingested whole and alive. Given that they were around a foot tall most human anatomies could not handle that.
He'd found a way though, and he idly patted the ring on his finger which enabled his jaws, throat and stomach to stretch to enormous size, easily enough to swallow a Fey (and once a teenage Mermaid. Those did nothing magical, they just tasted good!) and channel their energies while they digested to keep his body young. He looked a dirty, unkempt twenty years old rather than his true age of ninety four!
The noise bothered him again and he stood silently, years of living in the forest (and a few magic spells) letting him adjust to the greenery without giving away his position to anyone nearby. As he peered out from his green hide-away he saw a human in odd garb walking with a fairy! Walking calmly with the fairy. OK, that in itself was unusual. Humans either feared Fey or were desperate to 'use them' for food or... other purposes.
What to do about these interlopers though? He'd 'eaten' last week so he didn't really need to take another fairy... but they did taste so good! Oh to feel that soft silky flesh slide across his tongue once more! For dainty breasts to squeeze tightly down his throat. Oh it was very tempting!
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