The sheep ( until I get a better title)

The Sheep (till I get a better name)
Chapter 1
Days..... how many day’s have I been walking to this castle, my feet are killing me trying to get to this castle abandoned during the war know left to rot the walls and ceiling crumbling letting Nature reclaim its lost property .the walls covered in moss and trumpet vines blooming nature reclaiming this land making it a oddly pleasing scene. Though I would love to explore more of this ancient bastion there is a purpose why I am here the sorcerer has made his home here and has caused destruction to the local towns. Now *chuckle* now I can prove I’m not some rookie adventurer. The only sound heard is the clashing of steel and bone as my sword hits the side of the skeletons skull knocking its head of “finally.” I say in a huff “ the last one.” Taking in gulps I’d air “how many skeletons are in this place.” I look around the tattered mess hall the rotted tables and chairs toppled over scattered skeleton parts lay all over the floor everything illuminated by the sun rays seeping in from the hole in the ceiling “we’ll know that the mess hall is cleared there’s only the tower left.” I search around bit
Finding only a few rusty coins and some worn leather grieves after my failed looting I make my way to the royal chamber as I approach the door I slow down creeping towards it pressing my hands against the aged wood my gut making knots I press my ear against it listening for anything. What I hear is the flapping of drapes I go tense had the wizard escaped no, no fucking way I immediately kick the door down seeing the open window i rush over looking out the window nothing but clear sky, snow covers mountains, and forests I slam my fiat int the wall “Dammit he got away.” I let out a defeated sigh “ oh well maybe he left some things behind.” Despite the castle being an equivalent to a rotting corpse this room  seems it’s never aged lavish decorations placed with what seems with the upmost care along with a dresser with a mirror four boxes sit on the table jewelry and makeup boxes I finally set my eyes on the largest bed Ive probably seen or will ever see in my life this makes my bed in the inn look like a cradle.
 I slowly pull my gauntlet off pressing my hand against the soft sheets I stretch my upper bed on the edge of the bed rubbing my face against the cool sheets need could fit this thing in my room I could take these sheets I pry myself off the bed looking around the room might not be able too take take everything with me this would be a couple of trips but the amount of coins from selling this stuff will be worth it. I press my back against the dresser I take take off running towards the bed jumping right into its fort embrace the bed creaking and helping as I land almost like in sinking into a cloud but I get snapped of my trance by the realization the bed just yelped I slowly roll off the bed taking a few steps back I slowly drop to one knee looking underneath the bed my heart racing my mind racing with what could be down there my chest feeling empty by my heart jumping out of my chest as a black lumpy mass with green eyes stares back at me “oh my gods!” I jump back in terror and shock “ahhh!” The mass squirms around I hear what sounds like hooves hitting and scraping the ground I slowly regain my composure I draw my sword pointing it at the bed “come out now or taste my steel wizard!” I wait for a response regretting what I said being generic. After what seems like two minutes and the only reply being grunts as they try to get put from under the bed “you stuck?” I ask resheathing my sword the struggling stops a few seconds of silence follows before getting a weak “yes” as a response I slowly make my way to the other side of the bed i see the lower half of the figure but does confirm the sound I heard early seeing the figures has hooves and is coated in black fur but surprisingly his legs are bound together I start to notice the shape of the figure the shapely hips and round ass the tail barely Peeking over them I feel my face heat up a bit as I continue to stare it’s doesn’t  help the figure has resumed there attempts of getting swaying there ass I slowly kneel behind them slowly placing my hands on there hips squeezing them a little I swallow the lump in my throat “I’m going to start pulling “ I say it I start to pull only for them to come out a few inches I pull again getting a grunt and a few pained sounds coming from them I stop pulling readjusting. I get a better grip and pull again this time they come free they topple over. I prop myself up on my forearms I look towards the weight that is sitting on me notice there sitting directly on top of my crotch not the worst feeling I decide to get this extra weight off “ if your all right cou-“ before I can finish I feel something hitting me across the face I clutch my jaw “you asshole that hurt.” Well I know it’s a guy I get a good look at his head is human shaped except for the muzzle and pink nose ,the top of his head having nubs for horns but the most striking feature is his purple eyes with charcoal black pupils he continues to rub his head with his bound hands ”what I do !?” I demand rubbing my jaw he stairs daggers at me breaking into a scowl “my horns where stuck and you keep pulling that’s what!” The irritation dripping from his words. I slowly stand up  regaining my composer “who are you, why are you here?” I walk over to the bound sheep “who are you!” He yells “hey I asked first.” I say he continues to struggle with his binds before giving me and answer “if I tell you will you cut these stupid ropes off me!” I rub my head “will you stop yelling and give me your name and tell me who you are.” I say as calmly as possible he sneers at me “ My name is Abab.” He said through clenched teeth he puts his hands out I sigh well at least he’s calmed down a bit ”well Abab my name is Mica.” I drop to one knee pulling my knife out I grab his hands pulling my knife to his bonds as I pull him closer I notice faint symbols covering his robe. “Hey.” I pull my knife away from his bonds he looks at me with a blank stare “ you wouldn’t know anything about a necromancer who was here would you?” I question staring directly into his eyes he fidgets a little his eyes shifting away from mine “ no, nope wouldn’t know anything about it.” He gives a very large smile “well that’s odd because know that I can see your robe it’s has some strange symbols on it.” He just stares at me before giving a meek smile “Ah well you see.” He drives his hooves into my chest i fall back wards the air knocked out of me making me drop my knife Gasping slowly curling up I look up seeing my assault try to crawl his way to my knife I manage to get up and I stumble over to him I kick my knife away from him I then return the favor kicking him square in his gut as hard as I can he lets out a bleating sound I grab and put my knife back slowly walking over to him curled up clutching his gut his eyes shut tight trembling I grab his legs he start to struggle a bit I manage to pick him up slamming into the wall he lets out small whimpers “p-please don’t kill me I’m only an apprentice.” I take out the extra rope I brought with me and tie him up some more restraint “well where’s your master.” I demand “they took off and tied me up using parya ropes so I couldn’t use Magic.” He said huddled up sniveling on the verge of tears “ please let me go I’ll leave and never comeback!” I look at him with a blank expression “I’ll give you props your acting would have fooled me.” I cross my arms staring at him like a mother scolding her child “I’m not faking!” He shouts  I sigh deeply throwing him over my shoulder I start to walk out of the room bringing my squirming prisoner this is gonna be along day.