THEY WEREN'T KIDDING WHEN THEY CALLED ME, WELL, A WITCH ― open, poison

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    Shadows were cast around the surrounding area, dancing about ominously as the creature of darkness wound way around her cauldron-- which, for once, was not afire. It was not necessary for such a potion. Inside lingered a mixture of murky waters from the surrounding marshlands and some of the most toxic plants she could find. Yew, nightshade, hemlock, oleander, and wolf's bane had been crushed into a pulp and stirred with a stick. The deadly mixture was caked on her paws now, though she was smart enough not to link it off herself-- The witch reasoned that she would simply go to some far-off land and soothe her paws in a stream. "I have finished it," the queen would announce to the world, satisfaction flickering across her features-- Smug like a snake. "I have brewed poison for our enemies."

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    Poison? Well, it was an effective way to take care of someone. If you could get it into their system that is.


    Approaching the scene carefully, she kept a distance from the larger feline. She was a bit intrigued though by the cauldron. Her family used to say they only belonged to those who practiced 'dark magic'. Though she hadn't known the other long she felt like she probably would. Especially since she was already making poison.


    "What kind of poison?" she asked curiously. Though her past group were against powers, they weren't against using nature. She knew a little bit about herbs due to this. It wasn't extensive, but it was enough to know a good poison or if someone is good with basic herbal healing. Though the latter was likely not needed for the leopardess.

    Clarice -- Perhaps Shrivenshade liked her already, the other feline seeming to take interest in what she had done, rather than shy away tentatively, shrinking in fear or uncertainty. Lord knew that the leopardess, while not much of a talker ordinarily, would leap at the chance to bloviate about her accomplishments. Smugness reflected in her ocean hued eyes, a dangerous glint reflected as she began to speak, her tone managing to be both matter-of-fact and haughty. "I've picked an assortment of toxic plants. Everything from yew to wolf's bane. Do you have any enemies? We could test it on them."

    "Enemies?" She tested the word as it rolled from her tongue, her half tail flickering in thought. Of course she knew what the word meant, but she couldn't recall ever actually speaking it before. Perhaps because she tried to avoid making enemies, it wasn't like her timid-self would be capable of much of a fight if she did. The only enemy she could recall was the murderer that ended her past life, but she didn't even know his name. Surely he wasn't around anymore anyway. . . at least she hoped not. Pushing the thought away, Glass would lower her alabaster butt to the damp ground. "How big of an animal would it kill?" It took a lot less poison to kill say, a chipmunk, than an elephant. Not that she wanted to give too many ideas, after all she didn't really want anyone to die!


    "It depends on how much of it is ingested." A glimmer of. . Approval? Would show in her ocean colored visionaries as they locked onto her smaller friend. The queen was usually so innocent, even childish, it was refreshing to see her asking the questions that mattered. It was a valid, even important, inquiry too. The leopardess would look into her pot of toxicity and muse, "Wolf's bane itself is referred to as such because of its capabilities to slaughter full-grown wolves. Mind you, this is a flowering plant. It takes less poison that one would use to fill a vile a quarter length of your arm to do that. These are just normal wolves, I'm doubtful that they could kill lupurcas-- But maybe. With the other plants added in addition, I think it could certainly kill lions or tigers, at the very least, larger creatures as well if ennough is ingested." She considered this. "A lick or two would kill the likes of you, certainly. Small cats could eradicated easily with it, creatures of my size with just a bit more."

    The female would stare blankly in the distance as the words flooded her mind, a feint frown contorting her features. "Oh. . ." She'd speak at last, her tone almost resembling traces of defeat. She was very small, she knew this, but hearing Shriven's words only amplified that feeling. Just one lick and she'd be dead, one manipulated action and she'd be gone. Cornflower blue orbs trailing to the marshy floor, a small sigh would escape her otherwise sealed lips. If only she could be something else, someone else. She was weak and incapable of fighting, defending, half the time speaking. What was she good at? "Well, do you have any enemies, Shriven?" She'd inquire at last, not liking the silence that had formed.


    The twitch of a smile would worm way onto her features, just a ghost of a grin, haunting an ominous. Green orbs did not waver from the petite Vanguard before her, the leopardess watching as the girl seemed to process her words. Did she take it personally? Defeat radiated from the other as silence engulfed them, and the dark sorceress would think it to be a good thing. It was good to know your weaknesses. This was not malicious on her part, the huntress of shadows truly had taken a liking to the other-- But it went without saying that it paid to be logical, while Glasshouse often seemed not to be. If she were thinking critically about her slight frame, then that was a good thing. "I have no enemies yet," she would reply, the word yet tacked on like an afterthought, when it really was something of a a warning. In truth, her rivals would be anyone and everyone who dared to stand in her way.

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    As the two talked the smaller feline kept silent. She took in each word carefully in her mind. Judging from Shrivenshade's look it seemed as though this was her specialty. That or just something she was more passionate about. Either way, she wasn't sure exactly if she should see this as good or not. After all, Valhalla didn't seem to have any enemies.


    Clarice took note on the word 'yet'. Though some may have dismissed the word she knew better. The smallest of words could end up having multiple meanings, some more dangerous then others. To her she interpreted it as more of a threat. She made sure to remember not to mess with her unless necessary. Even then she would have to be careful. One wrong move and she could probably kill her.


    "Do you have any way to store it?" she asked the larger feline curiously. She knew well that if not stored it would likely go bad. If so then it wouldn't be as effective. A shame since one day they could need it.


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    The male slipped over and blinked. Floating nearby and head tilted. This was curious in his opinion.


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    "I will leave it in this cauldron for now," the queen would respond after a moment, tail tip flicking. "And put a lid on it. As long as nobody here decides to taste test it, it should be fine." Emerald eyes would scan the assembled group, and she would graciously think that everyone in the Valhalla was smart enough to avoid doing that, at the very least. "Do any of you have anyone who you would like to be poisoned?"

    The female would think for a moment, gaze lightly narrowed. She didn't have enemies and preferred not to gain any, poisoning someone would probably end up biting her in the ass rather than the person targeted. Pursing her ebony lips together in thought, the blue-point would nonchalantly shrug her shoulders. She didn't like to consider herself wicked, and truly she couldn't think of anyone she wanted to die. There were some people that weren't necessarily the nicest to her but that didn't justify death. The only thing that really deserved death in her eyes was another death. . . wait. "Actually. Can I have some of that?" She'd inquire, sparkling blue orbs flickering to the ebony wildcat with immense curiosity. Maybe she wasn't as sweet as everyone thought.


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    At the question the thrall turned her eyes a bit. Did she really want anyone dead? Her parents may have hated her but she wasn't sure she wanted them dead. That was a bit much despite all of the suffering they put her through. In her mind she wasn't sure if she really willing to hurt them.


    "Not yet," she replied coolly as she looked back at the larger feline. When Glass spoke up she turned her head a bit in shock. Could she have someone she hated that badly? Even if she did she didn't take her as the type to get revenge. First impressions though always could be deceiving. She turned back to Shriven, curious on what the leopardess would think.