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Herne smirked, "Bring down whoever I unless them on. They do not tire, nor do they need nurishment and they cannot be killed, only destroyed trhough inceneration. Even then, I can make a new body from their ashes. Their bite is poisonous, and their teeth and claws are iron, making them excellent for bringing down fairies. Their sense of smell is unrivaled by any other hound. They are my hunting dogs."

Here nodded and gave a shapr whistle. The dog that had been lounging at his feet leaped up and ran out of the room, iron claws clickign sharply on the floor.

The hound kept it's muzzle to the floor; it knew exactly what it's master wanted.

Snarling, the hound lept up to the room door, grasping teh handle with it's teeth. The handle (and the lock) melted. In the throne room, Herne smirked to himself, watching hsi dog's progess. This was one of his elite hounds, most just poisoned, they good not switch to acid. It took much more time and energy to make one of these dogs, but they were worth it. He usualyl outfitted one or two in a pack of tewnty noraml dogs.

The hound shoved itsway into the room and let out a shapr bark at the sight and smell of Po-ar, launching one hundred pounds of muscle, snapping teeth and claws on the man.

The dog growled at Po-ar leaping up into the ari to try and get to the man. Failing at that, the creature started chewing off a leg of the dresser, unblancing the furntiture. With it's acid, it was only a matter of seconds before the task was complete. The dog then shoved it's body again and again at the dresser, knocking the unsteady thing over.

The table was much lower than the dresser, and a quick spring of the dog's powerful hinquarters brought him right atop it with Po-ar. It lunged, iron maw biting deeply into the man's arm

The dog got blasted backwards from teh force of Po-ar's attack, but it did not let go of the man, either, so it took Po-ar with him across the room. The dog was dazex for a moment, but did not let go. The hound could nto feel pain.

It raked at Po-ar with it front claws. The teeth started to secret a poison, lethel, painful and slow that would enfeeble teh man, make him feverish and shut down his systems one by one. The clws, too secreted their own chemical as they scrathed the man's flesh. This one took away the lethel part of the poision, but increased the pain it would cause. It also contained a minor seditive, too knock the victim out from anywhere between ten minutes to an hour, depending on the person's resistance.

Still hanging on to Po-ar by his arm, the dog dargged the man across the floro and back down the hall to the throne room.

Herne laughed softly as the dog emerged in teh throne room, dragging Po-ar roughly. He whsitled again and the hound walked over to Konton and dropped the man at the demon's feet before turning and sitting down at Herne's side, licking blood off its maw.

"Does that satisfy you?" Herne asked with a smirk

"Not anymore, it won't," replied Herne, "The secretrion from the claws will prebt him from dying, though I don't envy the pain he will feel- that part hasn't left. He'll probably loose a good deal of motor skills while it's in his system, and he's likely to be delrious."

Herne smiled. Now it was time for what he wanted. "One of my spies informed be that Vincient, the two young women that were recently held here and a redhaired youth have left the Temple. The twins, whom I desire, remain there alone with a few druids of little consuquence. Themajor defenders have left or are in custody. I think the first ones we shoudl start with are those two.

"The girl twin is unconcious and thanks to some help," Herne smirked, "She will be for quite some time. That leaves only the boy, and the defenses of the Temple itself, whcih Naga has proven can be breached. The redhead with Vincient, Leif, is their brother by adoption. He, if no one else, will want them back. But I have my own uses for them, the boy at least. Naga has already seen and tricked him into using some of his powers, which are quite considerable. And I will tell you this: Thom will do anything, anything at all, for the sake of his twin."