Whose A Heretic Now?

Dómari sighed and wondered if perhaps he could manage to fall asleep in the tree but then again it probably wasn't a good idea to fall asleep where monsters and ghouls could be lurking around every corner.  Probably best to keep going.  Just as Dómari was about to carry on his way a huge gust of wind came up from nowhere and the tree shook violently. "Whoa!  Wha-"  The boy scrambled to hang on but one more gust proved his undoing as he fell with a splash into the muck below.  Oh yuck….

The dread pirate Isakov awoke in the muck, he'd been knocked out by some strange magical force, no doubt this was the work of Moira!  Now he was trapped in this mucky goo!  Well, if the old witch thought this could control him she was in for a surprise!

Flailing Dómari squirmed in the mud before finally pulling himself free and onto the shore.  "Alright, Moira!  If you think the dread pirate Isakov will quiver before you like some newly hatched chick then think again!  I demand you come out and fight!"

The brave captain would be met with nothing but silence.  Well… certainly served her right he supposed, clearly she was afraid of him and would stick to doing her sneak attacks from the shadows.  Well then, it was time to put his tracking skills to the test.  If she wouldn't come to him then he would go to her

Dómari started scrambling through the brush, intent on following an imaginary trail until someone said his name and caused him to nearly jump out of his skin as he whirled around, ears pinned, hackles raised and his tail between his legs.  Slowly he blinked as he stared at the man, brow furrowing at the scars and ruby eyes.  He…. he knew this man.  "Diarmuid?  Diarmuid is it you?  Diarmuid, hey!!"  Forgetting that he was still covered in muck Dómari lunged toward Diarmuid, tail wagging furiously and flinging goop everywhere as he tried to tackle the older man.