Battle is difficult, and sometimes even the best of them get cuts, gashes, and bruises. Before his last journey, and his conversion to a drachonic hybrid, Baron was still as fragile as anyone else. When your occupation is mostly involved with killing, being an adorable white fluffy creature is not always the best. This is not to say he didn't get the job done as it were, more to say, sometimes he met the sharp end of a shiney pokey stick too. Something that for say a dragon, might look at said poking creature and give them the "I'm about to incinerate you" stare. But for Baron results in cut flesh, and possibly a good bit of bleeding. Before of course he shows them the error of their pokening ways.

When such tragedies did befall him, this meant a trip to the local healer. And on more than one occasion that healer happened to be a travelling mage. Veritha's prices were always a steal, as she demanded no gold. For Baron, she demanded love and kisses. His hands on her, his lips hers to enjoy. Anytime he needed care he need only pull her close, and show her a taste of fox tongue. Little did she know she'd earn herself quite the partner like this.

Art by the amazing and sweet

Featuring the beautiful and lovely Veritha that belongs to my friend