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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:40 am
Things were going well enough at home, maybe just a bit too well for the broze draconic lord. He had been burning threw servants at his place and though the coppery scent of blood ever got old to him or the cries or the marring and scars he left behind on all that work at his manner he had started to get a bit bored with his current games. The stallion was nothing if not creative but he could only do so much with the current tools he had. And his emotional tortures were starting to feel like a rut. He needed some new playthings. Be it living or non living.
So with the skies darkened with thick billowy clouds Fane ventured forth from his large mansion and headed down the long trail towards the forest paths that would guide him towards town. Though Fane knew that some of the best things were not found on the main roads. Maybe he should venture off of it to see just what might be hiding out there that could bring some bit of entertainment and excitement to the brutal stallions dulling days. 
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 1:01 pm
Working with such things, be them both poisonous and venomous, it helped to be immune. One didn't want to fall prey to their own creations after all, how embarrassing would that be? Not that he felt his body would be found were he to die of a dose of his potions, not when he made sure his home and lab was so well hidden, "Well now, what have we here?" He said, reaching a hand forward from where he was crawling around in the undergrowth and picked up a rather brightly colored mushroom, one that, if anymore dangerous, likely would have had a sign posted next to it that proclaimed 'DO NOT TOUCH'. Though even a sign wouldn't have stopped him. Looking the item over, as well as cooing over the effects that he knew this one had, he took out a shatter resistant jar and dropped it inside, "You will wait in there and soon enough I will be using you, don't worry." He said in a happy manner, already thinking over what it was he would be doing with that ingredient and what sort of vile mixture it would be stirred into.
Now to see what other goodies he could find! As he was crawling along he nearly ran headlong into a rocky outcropping, one that forced him to his feet, to climb up onto it, and much to his delight there were a few snakes out basking on it, "Oooo." Snakes! The only thing better then a snake was a spider he thought to himself in delight... though before he could even begin snake wrangling something else caught his eye, something bigger and more beautiful, as well as rather lethal looking in its own right, "Well now, who are you." He purred to himself. The Laegil's colors, bright pink hair with orange highlights and a skin color that was a nice, sickly green, caught his full attention. The markings, the teeth, the coloring, the way he carried himself, everything about that one screamed that he was dangerous... it was just like the mushroom only a thousand times better since that one was capable of speech. Hopping off his rocky perch he started toward the sharp toothed Laegil, tail swishing. Nothing better then finding the ultimate prize while out and about he thought to himself, ever gleeful.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:52 pm
It was not too far off the path that Fane had come across a rather risky outcropping of rocks. Jumping down them would be a bit of a hassle so he had started to turn from his one clawed hand reaching up to run those strong claws threw his curly mass of multicolored hair. He had been unaware that from the very rocky ledge he had turned from a brightly color male had popped up and was now studying him.
As his claws slid free from his curls he trailed the claws down along his neck and tracing over the dark loops that lay died into the tight flesh of his collarbone and shoulders. He allowed the arm to drop as his body grew taught as his ears flicked back to the sound of someone approaching him from behind. Maybe this day might not be a total loss. It seemed wandering from the path might have brought results sooner than he had expected.
A smirk pulled at the large male's lips pulling them tight over the impressive fangs. He drummed the claws of each finger against the one of his thumb as he waited for the figure to draw closer. He could tell by the sound of the other's hooves that the one sneaking up on him was not trying to hide his approach. He was either foolish or full of himself. Fane found himself down wind of the male coming to him and his nostrils filled with the scent of herbs, chemicals, and a young male. Though the scent of the age could be misleading, what with all the herbs.
As the unknown male moved a bit closer Fane turned around in a rather surprising speed. His claws wrapped around one of Fane's arms and forced him up against a near by tree. If he was surprised by Vial's youthful look or bright colors he did show it. His spring colored eyes looked coldly into the dark ones of the brighter colored male. "Now why would one so young as you be sneaking up on a stallion like me?" He asked his voice hard and a bit on the horse side though strangely seductive.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 7:31 pm
As he got closer Vial's ears turned forward in a delighted fashion. He was rather interesting, wasn't he? Look at those claws and the way that they were clicking together he thought to himself, able to only imagine with morbid delight how much damage they might be able to do. He was what Vial saw as beautiful because he could back up that beautiful form of his with just the right amount of violence. At least he assumed so watching the way that the stallion carried himself. He was rather like the venomous beasts that he dealt with so often he thought to himself, tail setting to swish behind him.
A moment later his assumptions about this one being a truly dangerous beast were proven as being correct when he found himself snagged in one of his clawed hands and pinned to a nearby tree. Vial's golden brown eyes went wide and then his lips twisted up into a grin, "Wonderful." He purred, gazing up at the taller, stronger male, at those sharp teeth that filled his mouth, then gave a smile, "Sneaking? I didn't think I was sneaking." He said, he didn't really see a reason to skulk about after all, not as though he were afraid of anything but that could be his own personal brand of crazy, the fact that he was pretty well certain that he was immortal. He met the hardened gaze of the other stallion before he lifted his free hand up, brushing the tips of his fingers against his cheek, "Though who wouldn't follow someone like you? Everything about you screams 'deadly' and I rather like that." If someone or something wasn't dangerous those things hold zero interest to him for long. Only people like this did cause him to want to stick around.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked, sounding as though he really wondered about if anyone had before. Anyone that looked passed the beauty and only saw the beast were missing out he thought to himself, smiling all the while. It seemed that, despite being caught in the dangerous stallion's claws and pinned by him that the unicorn didn't seem as though he were at all worried. If anything he seemed... happy, "My name is Vial." He introduced himself, wondering if his reputation of being a rather dangerous and deadly poisons master had spread far enough yet for his name to be known. He rather hoped so, "And you, my intriguing beast, who are you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 7:38 pm
Wonderful? Not the reaction that Fane had expected to receive. Normally the first response was a cry or gasp. And yet the bright young stallion was beaming up a him looking impressed and slightly wanting and speaking things like wonderful and having the audacity to correct him. Fane's bright greed eyes softened for just a moment as the surprisingly soft hand reached up and stroked his cheek. What the hell did this kid think he was doing? Fane turned his eyes and head to look at the hand that was stroking his cheek. It reeked of strong herbs and chemicals and death. With the mixture of scent in his nose he parted his lips and fangs as his free hand moved to coil around Vial's wrist holding the hand facing him he closed his fangs down on the fleshy part of Vial's hand at the curve of his thumb and bit gently.
Beautiful? He had to admit the stallion did have good taste. His tail flicked as his fangs closed tighter around the hand between them almost to the point of releasing the treasured warmth that lay just under the skin. Fane wondered just what this Vial tasted like. The hand holding the smaller stallion against the tree tightened its grib the claws starting to bite into the soft flesh they held. The draconic stallion felt longing starting to well up in him, such beautiful bright colors splattered with dark sticky blood. A low purr started in his chest, "Not even my own mother..." he hissed an answer around the palm in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the skin between his fangs. He could feel a bit of tingling of what must be of of the residue of what Vial has last been working with. And that meant there should be a challenge with this young stallion. He might put up a strange little fight that none of those in his service would do.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:16 am
Vial knew that he should likely be a little on the worried side, after all the other stallion looked almost as though he were plotting to take a bite out of him... and still he really didn't struggle. If anything his lips turned up into a bit of a smile as Fane caught hold of his palm in his mouth. No real reason to flail about he thought to himself, that would only make things worse. The sharp fangs and claws of this particular beauty would end up tearing into him, whether on purpose or by accident, and he really didn't want that. If anything he much preferred that almost cute way that this one seemed to be lightly gnawing on him, so why risk real wounds when he was having fun?
A bit of a gasp escaped from Vial's lips when the other stallion's teeth threatened to sink into his skin though still he made no move to stop him, instead watching as though fascinated by the danger the other man presented to him. When he was told that not even this ones mother had ever called him beautiful he gave a bit of a chuckle, "Well... from what I am seen most are blind to what true beauty is." Something that he found to be all together annoying. They saw bouncy females flaunting themselves about and saw beauty all while completely overlooking someone like this, "I think you are quite a find. I'd steal you away in an instant if I thought I could carry you." He said, unable to help but to chuckle at the thought. A shame that he doubted he could drag this one home if were in an unconscious heap, it just came with being of a lighter build then some stallions he supposed. He'd leave the heavy lifting to the sorts that were too dumb to be useful for anything else.
"You could always come willingly, of course." He said with a bit of a laugh and a wink, "Just saying." It was an open invitation to one such as this, of course. If he didn't want to come with him now he could always come visit any time he wished and the door would be open to him in a way it wasn't open to anyone else. Vial was a bit particular about who he let around his potions, not wanting another incident of a fool drinking something he shouldn't have gone near because it had a candy like color.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:34 am
Fane was clearly aware of how little Vial was moving. He was not struggling to get away but he was also being careful not too put pressure where there were fangs and claws. The seemingly young smaller stallion was smarter than he appeared. A normal Merah would have struggled by now and thus giving him a mouthful of warm delicious blood. But alas the bright male denied him.
It was enough to bring his fangs and mouth free and he shifted closer to Vial bringing his face closer to that of the other male. "Maybe your view of beauty is the strange one. You want to steal me?" He laughed low in his chest his fiery hair fell against Vail's chest and shoulders. "Oh dear boy I do not think that you can handle me even if you were to steal me away. Not a single soul has share my bed and lived more than a single season..."
Fane tilted his head in a rather more animalistic way as he listened to the invite and looked at the wink and laugh. There was something a bit off about his little semi prisoner. "If you were aware of what I do in the home you might not be so willing to invite me to your place...if that is what you were doing....but if you promise to scream and struggle maybe I would be tempted to see if you could amuse me....so far you are starting to interest me....your scent and taste...." He purred softly a strange mix of a growl and purr.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:58 am
"A little strange? I've been called strange on many occasions so perhaps my perceptions might be a little skewed but.. eh, so long as they make me happy, right?" He said, then chuckled when the other said that nobody stayed with him and lived more then a season. He starred at the other stallion for a long moment before asking, "Is that some sort of challenge?" Wondering if the other guy was as dangerous as he was making himself out to be or if he were saying such things in an attempt to either chase him off or bait him. He had to admit that he just found himself more interested in the stallion as he was threatened with bodily harm.
"What you do at home?" He asked, ears flicking for a moment, looking as if he might be trying to guess at some of the things that the other might do, "Hrm... let's see... you catch other stallions as they trot about picking flowers, eviscerate them with those claws, and eat them up?" He asked, laughing all the while. It seemed that, even if it were the case, that Vial didn't really seem to fear Fane despite it, "I suppose that I would be rather hypocritical if I were to run away because you did dastardly things within the confines of your home when I am clearly no saint." He was as far from being a saint as Fane was really, they just had different methods of going about their dark deeds was all. This stallion seemed the hands on, blood and gore sort, while Vial always let his brews do the talking for him.
When the other told him that he was starting to interest him he gave a grin, "I interest you, huh? That's good. I would hate to think myself a bore to someone like you." He murmured, then daringly leaned in to brush a kiss against Fane's temple, careful not to accidentally poke bump him with his horn. Wouldn't be a very nice move on his part to accident skewer the guy he was flirting with...
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:15 pm
"Ahh...yes as long as happiness is obtained or one's lust is momentarily satisfied that is really all that matters." He gave a laugh and a real smile. This bright stallion was growing more and more intriguing. It was clear that both of them had skewed views of the world. And Fane found himself wondering and in fact, a odd feeling for him, wanting to know just how this young male ticked. How very odd that this bright male would be able to stay a blood lust just by being him. Fane laughed at the comment of a challenge. "Oh dear boy...just a small and un scarred body as you have, would not even last a full season should I challenge you." He could tell that this Vial was hiding something but he could not tell what. And with all the poisons and potions the Ista could very well have a means to do something no one else had. He could very well be able to control all that was Fane Dracol.
"It is not just stallions I play with. Though they do seem to last longer than most mares. And I do not eat all of them. My home is littered with vail little half whole Mearhas wandering around. I do not think I have a single servant who is," He paused for a moment to think of the proper word, "Complete." His smile grew even wider and his wild bright eyes seemed to shift with greater interest in Vial instead of just his body and what could be done with it. "Clearly no saint you say?" Fane drew closer and took in deep breaths of Vial's scent. "What are your dark deeds you do at home then my unscarred non saint?" He asked his claws sliding down along Vials' bright yellow side to coil and scratch along the potion displayed on the small supple hip.
Fane's eyes widened at the feathered kiss to his temple his claws pressing harder into the symbol at Vial's hip before sliding back around the smaller's male rump to pull him forward a bit with a growl. "I tired so quickly of normal Mearhas of all species. Do you think you could hold my interest long enough to keep your flawless body from being ruined by claw and fang?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:48 pm
Vial gave a bit of a huffing sound, ears laying back when he was told that his 'small unscarred form' wouldn't last a season if the other stallion challenged him. That wasn't a very nice assumption he thought to himself, tail flicking from side to side, "Hey now, just because I have no scars doesn't make me weak! It makes me smart!" He said, why get all scarred up when you could just watch from a distance as something keeled over after eating something poisonous that he'd fed to them? Still, he wasn't sure what this one might thing of his methods which were more underhanded in comparison to the way that the dangerously attractive stallion seemed to do things.
At mention that it wasn't just stallions that he played with Vial couldn't but made a face. It was obvious from the look on his face that he didn't care for mares, not even in the least bit. They were brainless creatures... and it wasn't as though he could say they were useful for only breeding because even stallions could carry with the right blessings. Instead they just got under hoof and made him want to try to mix up a potion that would rid the world of them. A shame that he was yet to figure out a 'erase half the population' potion he thought to himself, tail flicking behind him from side to side. Everything he was thinking about fled his mind as Fane moved in closer to him, making a shiver go up his spine, "Ahhh..." Another shiver ran through him as the other curled his claws against his hip marking. He glanced down at it, back up again, and smiled, "Well I don't mix up potions that will be saving anyone, save myself, any time soon." But then again he was immune to his horrible mixtures due to a handy magical trait he seemed to have been born with.
"As you said I have a smaller form so I had to figure out more creative ways to deal people, though I will admit I envy your size. How useful it must be." He murmured, imagine being so big and strong, one would be able to turn their enemies into a pulp with only a few good punches he thought to himself. Vial was dragged out of those thoughts, a squeal of surprise escaping his lips as the other stallion grabbed him in such a manner before dragging him closer. When the other said he tired of 'normal' Mearhas he gave a smile, "Well I can promise I am far from normal." He said, lifting his free hand up to let it splay open against Fane's strong heart. How he loved a good, strong heartbeat he thought to himself before giving a bit of a chuckle, "I don't mind a scar or two if it means being friendly with someone like you. Totally worth it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 7:19 pm
Fane watched as Vial seemed to find himself in thought after he claimed that he was at the very least smart if not scared and strong. He took the moment to get a full look at the front of the smaller male. And he could not help but laugh at the face at the mentioned of mares. It looked like the handsome almost pretty stallion had a particular distaste for mares. Fane felt a small bit of a nagging in his mind. Was it because a mare had refused him or if there were some other reason. It was so amusing to see his eyes grow distant only to snap into focus as he gasped. He felt the shudder of the other's body under his finger tips. "So behind the pretty face does lie the mind of a killer?" he had been temped to reach a hand up to stroke along the bright spots of his cheeks. So all the herb and strange smells were from mixing potions.
He grinned exposing all of his fangs. "Oh but your smaller size could be so very useful. I am sure you could wriggle in many a tight place." he nearly growled as he tried to laugh. "Dear Vail you almost sound as if you wish for me to have my way with you." he said as he looked down at the hand splays cover his chest looking at the way it looked. Those bright green fingers brushing over the coiling tattoo on his chest. "Maybe I should tesst your promise and you resolve. Though I could always mark you in places no other male could or would dare." He smiled bringing his muzzle inches from Vials. "You wish to be friendly huh?" His claws took a more full hold of Vail before the slid up along the smaller male's back. "I am surprise not to see other male's marks on you. Do not tell me your only experience is in your potions."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:39 pm
Vial's ears flicked back and forth before he gave a slow nod of his head in agreement, "You could say that, though it's more the fault of those who drink my potions for being too naive and trusting of everyone around them. One would think that with my reputation that people would know better then to just take things from my hands. Silly, aren't they?" It was what bothered him most about most of the Mearah he dealt with when he was out and about, they were all so... nice. Bunch of brainless fools, skipping around and dancing on rainbows, it annoyed him. So much so that he wanted to shake them at times if only to see if he hear their tiny brains rattling around in their heads. Drawing in a deep breath to calm himself he decided that he wouldn't allow such idiots to bother him to grate on him, especially in this moment when he found himself in such company. Who in their right mind could be upset when around such a stallion as this one after all? Or at least in the mixed up, skewed version of 'right mind' that Vial found himself.
When he was told that his small side would be very useful, good for wriggling into small places, he gave a laugh, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I have wiggled my way into some pretty interesting places to get at the various ingredients I need." He said, tail swishing from side to side, "Not everything will just grow out in the open for me after all, not to mention the various critters of the world." Though he supposed that he was lucky enough to find one of those 'dangerous critters' right out in the open, sauntering around and looking far to interesting and attractive for his own good he thought to himself. Luck seemed to be on his side, though why luck might bless two such creatures as dangerous as himself and this stallion to meet was beyond even the understanding of Vial who seemed to think he knew everything.
When the larger male leaned in closer, close enough that Vial could his hot breath, his ears turned forward in interest, "Yeah, I would very much like for us to be friendly." He agreed, sounding full of confidence, that was until the other commented on how Vial bore no marks from any other males, suddenly asking of him if the only experience he had was in potions. Vial's ears laid back and his cheeks colored, "Well... that is to say... ahh... I haven't had too much luck. I tend to... scare people off... the last stallion I tried to pursue decided to run through fire to get away." He muttered, sounding more then a little displeased to this day with the reaction that serpent marked Ista had given him, it really was a cold way to reject someone he thought to himself. Giving a shake of his head he said, "The serpent is neither here nor there though, I will deal with him soon enough." Once he got the perfect potion mixed up that was, "For now you have my full attention." Vengeance over being spurned could wait until later.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:13 pm
"Oh yes it would seem they are rather stupid. Though I am sure you can mix up some very interesting things. And I bet they think some of them might be very tasty. But I guess I shall trust in your reputation and never drink anything you try and give me." He smirked sure that even if he never ingested anything from the Ista if Vial wanted it Fane would be dosed with what ever Vial wanted. He could just picture himself drugged and spread across a lab table. Surely not all of Vial's potions would cause death. Maybe there were some that could make one wish for death but still live. Or one to paralyze the victim. How odd was it to find someone he could benefit more from if they were alive. Never before had Fane found someone who's shared the pleasure of pain and death of other Mearah . "I would love to watch some of those you fool." he said as he drummed on set of his claws against Vial's hip.
Oh this was far too good! Not only had he found someone that he did not feel too strong a desire to tear a sunder but this same Mearah was still so pure, despite being a killer. He could not help but purr at the thought. So very much he could do to the willing male. He watched as Vial's cheeks darken and him swarm as he spoke of why he was still innocent. "A fire? He rather be burned than take your touch. How stupid of him." he hissed and loosened his hold on the brighter male, "Mmm….do tell how are you going to deal with this one who rejected you? Slow and painful? Or do you have something that will trap him in his own body have have your way with your resisting serpent?"
Just as Vial seemed willing to put off his vengeance on the serpent it seemed for now Fane was willing to hold off his strange seduction of the smaller male. After all Vail did seem willing do anything he asked, even get scarred up. This day was going far better than he ever expected. Maybe they should continue their conversation against those jagged looking rocks. He liked watching Vial squirm and he wondered what the stallion look like if the swarming was not of want or embarrassment. "You don't happen to have a potion that will knock someone out for a wail do you? If so I will gladly leave that mark on you where no one can ever replace." He pictured Vail's beautiful coat covered in blood as Fane left a mark on the pale thin ribs inside of the smaller stallion, the sealed him back up leaving no mark not even a thin pale scar on the outside.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 4:24 pm
Vial gave a nod of his head at Fane's comments, "Yes, well if the potions smell too much like medicine then people will start to suspect something is up. Adding some of the various berries that grow in the forest helps a lot to mask the flavor." He said, tail swishing behind him. That the big stallion said that he trusted in Vial's reputation and that he wouldn't drink anything he tried to give him the yellowed Ista couldn't help but to feel a rush of pride go through him. That he could even get someone as powerful as this to think such a thing, what a wonderful sort of compliment! Of course it made hosting an impossibility but still, he would almost say that it was a trade that was worth making. When the big stallion was suddenly commenting on how he'd love to watch some of those that Vial fooled his tail swished faster, "That could be fun."
What an interesting and morbid sort of date he thought to himself, never having had a witness along to anything that he'd done. If anything he'd always done his best not to be caught in the act but never denied anything either. It was more of a mystery if he could kill someone without really being noticed, gave you a better reputation in a shorter time, "I wouldn't mind having you along. It would be new for me but I think you aren't the sort that would turn on me and drag me off to the authorities after baring witness to what I do." Or so he'd like to believe. Given he'd known the guy all of ten minutes he knew little about him, somehow though he didn't think the aura of danger around him was an act. Could a guard really hone or fake such a thing? He didn't really think so.
As the conversation changed from their possible 'date' to the serpent part Ceceos, the Ista's ears laid back, "Well... truth be told, it didn't even get as far as touching. He ran off and jumped through fire to avoid striking up conversation." Giving pause he found himself wondering why that was, he wasn't a bad catch, was he? Of course he was dangerous, brewed up all sorts of terrible potions, but never once he did he say anything of that sort, did he? No, he was pretty sure it was stock standard conversation and maybe some compliments? When asked what he would be doing to the one that rejected him his ears laid back and his mouth twisted up into a bit of a smile, "I am working on the perfect sort of potion for him. If I get the mix just right there will be no way that he can keep from being dragged down by it." He wouldn't allow him to get away forever, he was quite a perfect example of Ista men, marked with the most amazing serpent markings, he had to have him. As to what he would do with him when he did have him, well that wasn't planned out yet.
"Potion to know someone out?" He asked, one ear twitching, "Several varieties of it." Some with more lingering side effects then the others. When the other said that he would gladly give him a mark that no one else could ever replace it he tilted his head to one side, then laughed, "Well that would be all well and good were it not for the fact that the potion wouldn't work on me. I seem to have been born with a rather useful immunity to them." It was half why he got into such a horrible and dangerous hobby, because it was something he could use on others but it didn't effect him. As such he always went out poking around for the worst of the worst when it came to plants and animals he wanted to use for the various concoctions that he brewed up, "Otherwise I would ask what it was you were planning." He knew he should likely be afraid of the idea of being knocked unconscious by someone like Fane but if anything he was just... curious, his poison immunity seemingly having come with the price of Vial having a few screws loose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 5:55 pm
It never had occurred to Fane that potions would need to have their smell and taste covered. He was not one who normally dealt in underhanded arts or those that required subtlety. To him the slight of hand and tricking was just as unknown as magic. He preferred direct approaches to taking someone out. The feel of his claws digging into them. The way the begged and pleaded were to beautiful to miss. He could not fathom not being there to watch the life fade from the body.
When the smaller stallion agreed to him coming along once he did feel a bit of excitement. It would have to be a large affair. They could go to one of those fancy dinners as a couple of course so he could be a cover to Vial's action and he could watch the victim. He wondered what it would look like to see someone poisoned. Would Vial making it quick and clean, or slow and violent. Quick and violent could be fun to see done without it being directly by someone's hand. Some drink and a dull formal situation paired with death sounded so fun. And his company would be just as handsome. Someone he might almost feel pride walking with. To known killers in a temporary partnership.
However he was drawn from imaging what could be as his left ear flicked at the mention of turning Vial in. For a few seconds his ears folded back a bit before he gave a humorless laugh, "Why would I ever willingly hand over someone like you to anyone?" He asked his bright eyes looking down into Vial seriously before he shook his head, "Besides if I were to even think of turning you in I fear I should be the one that would be walking out in chains and you would go scot free." His tail flicked a bit in irritation. To ever think that someone would think him a law abiding Mearas was beyond him. He withdrew his body fully from touching the smaller male letting Vial's arm drop from behind held up.
He was glad when Vial continued to talk about the serpent stallion. He listened until Vial said he could trap him and then as if hearing the Ista's unasked wonderings he smiled, "Maybe your serpent has no taste for death. And even though your hands are never sullied he could smell the danger and death on you. Maybe fear of what you are caused him to bolt." he growled a bit and slid his claws down the bark of the tree to resist sliding them along the bright fur again. "Well I would gladly help you hunt your prize down. Though any trap from me might involve bodily harm to your stallion and we can not have that now can we?" He smirked at Vial his lips curling around his fangs. "But I have ways of restraining him once he wakes and you shall have my help with him if you so desire it."
A look of momentarily shock flash over the bestial stallion's face. So the potion master was immune to all of what he made. What a pity that if he were to leave an internal mark on Vial he would have to cause that pretty face to skew in pain. Though the thought of cries and screams flowing from that shapely neck drew a shiver over his body his tail flicking and sending a cascade of fiery locks over his hips. He gave a almost purr at the thoughts starting to fill his mind. Taking a deep breath his eyes focused back on the potion's master. "Well to open you up once you were out and brand your very bones with my mark. Of course I would, in your case seal your flesh back up leaving at the most the faintest of thin scars just above the place my mark lay." He spoke sliding a single claw along the curve of one of vial's ribs. "Though maybe on a large bone would be better." He said as he slid tie back of three of his claws along the front of Vial's pelvis. His tongue flicked over his lips as his claws moved along to the curve of the bright soft hip. But before he could allow himself to wrap his crawl around the hips again he withdrew his hand. " You are also welcome should you wish it to come to my estate one day and see me with one of my….toys."
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