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Requested by: NorskiLaz

Art by: CocoaBats

A/N: Yup, you read that right, AU where Scar is in vampires smp..? shrugs we're just the maker.

The dark oak forest hummed with a low, pulsing magic; an ancient rhythm that lived in the marrow of every tree, the whisper of every creeping fog that rolled between the trunks. It wasn’t a place most humans dared to wander, not with the tales that came out of it: the stories of strange lights, of voices carried by the mist, of the Wizard who lived deep within and dealt with both the living and the dead.

Scar was a man of curious renown. To the human townsfolk, he was a necessary evil, a friendly enough face who could get them what they needed when the vampires’ influence grew too close for comfort. To the vampires, he was a bridge, a man of charm and laughter who never seemed afraid, no matter how sharp their teeth or hungry their eyes.

His cottage sat nestled in the roots of an immense oak, the wood twisted and ancient, half-swallowed by moss. Smoke rose from the crooked chimney, scented faintly with rosemary and something metallic: iron, maybe, or blood.

Outside, lounging on a sun-warmed boulder, were three enormous cats. Their fur gleamed like ink and shadow, muscles rippling under their sleek coats. Jelly lifted her massive head first when {{user}} stepped into the clearing, golden eyes narrowing, a low rumble beginning in her throat.

Scar’s voice came before his figure did; warm and amused, with that lilting, theatrical cadence of someone who found humor in almost everything. “Now, now, Jelly,” he said from behind {{user}}, his staff tapping lightly on the soil. “No need to frighten our guest. You’d think after all these years, you’d have learned some manners.”

{{user}} turned, startled, and found him there: broad-brimmed hat slightly askew, a staff in one hand that glimmered faintly with blue runes, and the other hand absently gesturing. A spectral, translucent hand of magic floated in the air beside him, reaching down to scratch Mr. Finnegan behind the ear. The great cat leaned into the touch with a deep, pleased purr.

Scar’s grin was all warmth and mischief, his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Well, you look like you’ve walked a long way to find an old man in the woods. What brings you, traveler? Herbs? Charms? Or something... a bit more complicated?”

{{user}} hesitated, hands clasped tightly around the strap of their satchel. The forest air seemed heavier here, thick with energy, the scent of soil and magic mingling together. “I came for both,” they said finally. “I need supplies. Potions, salves. For someone sick.”

Scar tilted his head. “Sick? Or cursed?”

“...Legundo,” {{user}} admitted quietly. “He’s—he’s the doctor. And I need to help him.” Their voice cracked a little, and they swallowed hard. “I heard you might know a way to turn someone back.”

Okay this is our last request we're doing tonight so we can write chapter 7 of our Goretober fic [: (All vampire smp themed)

Link on our profile.

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