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Nobody really remembered their birth. Kasabian did, but his birth wasn't what anyone would consider a typical event. No, his birth was an extraordinary occurence, and there were three main differences between his birth and that of a human's. Firstly, he wasn't born of a woman. He merely came into being once the witch in the casting circle called him into existence. The human who called Kasabian into existence was neither his father or his creator, but his master.<br/>
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Kasabian knew that he was not only a witch by birthright but the <i>chosen one.</i> It mattered not if Riley Kingston's stuttered, slurred words of the incantation he uttered aloud were coherent, or if he believed half of what he'd spoken into existence. Secondly, Kasabian was not entering the world as a squealing, bloody babe. In that moment, the ancient magic began to manifest. Kasabian began materializing and individuating within the casting circle, to assume the masculine form he was destined to become.<br/>
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Kasabian arrived completely ready to fulfill whatever purpose he'd been summoned for. Lastly, he wasn't born ignorant but had been instilled with complete knowledge of his life's purpose, and his entire reason for existing. Breathtaking, Kasabian's face was a study in light and shadow. He had been crafted with a strong jaw and sinfully long lashes. There was no denying that he was beautiful, mesmerizingly beautiful. Kasabian looked angelic, but then again he didn't.<br/>
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Instead, he looked like the truth behind all angels, the premise of which they were based and were all poor reflections of. The most striking thing about him was his hair. It was mostly a rich burnished blonde, silky and lustrous, the length falling past the nape of his neck to brush the curve of his bare shoulders. His intelligent, bright green eyes slowly opened, a sharp gasp produced as he took his very first breath and air filled his lungs. Kasabian's eyes had a noticeable circle of orange around the pupil, and the whites were as clear as milk.<br/>
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The first thing Kasabian noticed was his naked body, allowing his fingertips to trace over the hot, tight skin of his belly in a long stroke from his ribs down to his pelvis. He was lithe, muscular in all the right places. His hand brushed against his ample, uncut sex and plum sized balls that hung low underneath it. He seemed pleased with his new form. Although he was quickly aroused, his attention was quickly drawn to something else. <br/>
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A summoning circle painted in colored chalk, intricately beautiful in its construction. Just as he had become aware of himself, Kasabian realised that he was kneeling naked on top of it. Slowly lifting his gaze from the floor, he noticed the presence of another who knelt across from him. <i>His Master.</i> Kasabian's first impression of Riley was that  he was devastatingly handsome, if not slightly inebriated. Kasabian let his eyes slowly travel up the well-muscled legs covered by fabric, trim waist, wide chest and broad shoulders of the witch that summoned him. <br/>
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When Kasabian reached eye level, he was met with bright blue confusion and what he perceived as sudden shock. Turning his focus on Riley's physique, Kasabian noticed his upper body was lean and smoothly muscled. Crowned with spiky dark blonde hair, the highlighted strands of honeyed gold framing his face glimmered in the candlelight. His wide baby blue eyes shone out from beneath a heavy brow. He shared the center of the summoning circle with Kasabian now, clad in a pair of patterned pajama pants. <br/>
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Kasabian's head canted quizzically when he saw that they were not exactly mirror images of each other. It was that very thought that entered his mind, which produced Kasabian's very first facial expression: a smile. His cupid's bow lips curved upwards as his eyelashes fluttered at Riley, regarding him thoughtfully. Directly after that, Kasabian spoke his first words. <br/>
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<b>"Merry meet, Master." </b>His voice was light and soft, musical like a breeze through aspen.<br/>
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If Riley wasn't already scared sober by his sudden presence, Kasabian would offer a much needed suggestion in order to complete the binding ceremony.<br/>
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<b>"If you wish to complete the ritual, I would advise you to remove your clothing, Master. You will find clothing less of a hindrance as we continue."</b><br/>
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There was no malice in Kasabian's voice. Along with arcane knowledge, it appeared as though he had also been born with an infinite amount of patience. He remained kneeling, waiting for Riley to regain his focus on the ritual at hand.  The most important part of the binding was yet to take place, and when it was finished Kasabian would be his forever.<br/>
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Riley would be his, and their magic would become one. <br/>
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Once Riley's magic and Kasabian's familiar magic were joined together by the spell, Riley's power would become significantly stronger and much more potent than it could ever be on its own.</span>