#please we need to rejoice in the totally not dead shepnax

[foraging-kitten]

I don’t think there’s nearly enough freaky and/or non-angst fics for shepnax,, I hope to be part of the solution

I’ve got a couple floating around but if anyone has any ideas I’m desperate

[foraging-kitten]

No longer just the beginning of a fanfic!! If you read this before and liked it please check out the full thing! (Link below)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65429665#main

Sass me at yer own risk Darlin’ (the beginning of a Shepnax fanfic)

This is the very start of the first shepnax fic im writing!! not much to it yet but wanted to share anyways

mild location spoilers?

(Set in Tomb of Sorrows, very loosely but when Sarnax is acting all sour about using his spells)

The party had been venturing down the dim tunnel for hours at this point. Despite not running into any danger so far, everyone was getting increasingly on edge. The shallow water they’d been forced to trudge through was cold and had by now fully soaked through their shoes. The silence was heavy in the musty air, and the already narrow walls felt like they were closing in. Suffice to say, no-one was in a particularly good mood.

Shepherd and Sarnax were leading the charge, with the tiefling taking the front, arcane pistol firmly in hand, and the lizard dutifully following to light the way. Given the near silence of the group, the two had exchanged few words since entering the tunnel. Neither wanted to draw the groups attention, especially toward any less than professional conversations, but Sarnax was starting to get frustrated with this and it was seeping, ever so subtly, into his behavior. He was keeping it generally to himself, not wanting to explain his silly aggravation at not enough attention. Although, the frequent huffs and splashing steps did not unnoticed by the cowboys keen senses, he decided there was little to do about it now and he’d have to address this attitude later.

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Reaching the bottom of the staircase, the group began trying to solve the apparent puzzle to get hopefully into the catacombs. Now that the group was talking, Sarnax’s sass was becoming more apparent. The lizard was very particular about what he thought would be the solution, and seemed to almost glower at the Professor for not immediately doing as he suggested. He stomped over, ignoring the others, and quickly pulled the chain on the wall.

“Gherix’s light guides me to open our path,” and the lizards razor sharp teeth glinted as his mouth widened slightly into a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself. Shepherd cocked his eyebrow at the, blatant to him, display, though the rest of the party didn’t seem to notice. Shepherd hadn’t expected the lizardfolk to have such an attitude, especially in front of the whole expedition like this. To be fair, the cleric had been pulling more than his fair share so maybe Shep could cut him a little slack.

But where’s the fun in that?

As the group made their way back up the stairs, Shepherd came behind the lizard, leaned close to his ear, and whispered low, “watch it, darlin.” His tail coming up to snap at Sarnaxs’ ass, causing him to jump a bit and suppress a chirp of surprise. Shepherd fell back smirking to himself and watching the lizardfolks twitching tail silently as they climbed the stairs.

They’d finally gotten to the catacombs they were searching for, and they were suddenly very unsure how to proceed. Sarnax was giving the Professor a hard time about being the one to contact Arabelle, imploring him to be more prepared in the future while his tail twitched. 

Shepherd took note of this but decided to see what else the lizard would do, after all the Professor should have been more prepared…

Almost immediately as they crossed the threshold, evidently unthreatening as Arabelle had said, the Professor turned to Sarnax hoping for some insight on where to begin searching for their targets.

“I suppose I will, yet again, use my energy to call upon Gherix and have his holy will guide us to the remains” Saying this, the lizard even went so far as to roll his eyes, though it seemed unpracticed, before glancing toward Shepherd. 

Oh the little devil knows what he’s doin’, he’s tryna fire me up

Thinking this, Shepherds face split into a devilish grin.

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I'm pretty happy with it so far but still working on where to go from here,, wish me luck!!