Dawnlark Plains Slow Life

I really love this thread!  It's like a good ol' fashioned arrogance fueled douche-nado of fun!

 
"You're still here?" snapped the raggedy wolf in a mockingly quizzical tone as he pulled his muzzle back around from the dirt to face the Archeron nose to nose,  once again.  Obviously he wasn't one for basic social cues, as Reek had tried his damnedest to make it perfectly clear that he was done with the other male and his arrogant prodding.  Though, still he stood in front of him, imposing as ever.

Though the greek made it perfectly clear that he admired the ragged bastard's intelligence, it did little to change Reek's manic mentality.  Reek's bellicose scowl stood steadfast across his face.  A complimenting douche-cake was ultimately still a douche-cake.  "That's a one way street buddy," he snapped in reply, taking a small step forward towards Arion. "Because it sure as hell ain't reciprocated."

The Archeron motioned toward the poppy flowers when he asked Reek to part with some of his bounty.  That was the final straw, as Reek intended on taking home the whole kit-and-kabootle.  However, a deal could be reached, since everyone has their price. 

"Quid pro quo fuck-face," Quipped the bastard dryly as a cheshire cat grin spread across his maw.  "Why should I just, give you anything?  Tit for tat, you know?  What do you have for me?" Reek sat back on his rump, eyes alight at his readiness to make a faustian deal. "I'm going to take an extract, super-potent, it'll knock you on your ass, but that'll take some time.  I'll tell you what, you give me what I want and I'll part with a fourth of what I take.  For a heavy user like yourself, that should last, say, two, maybe three weeks.  Seeds are off the table."

"And all I want as payment, is information.  You got the smell of a pack wolf on you.  I wanna know: where that is, who lives there, how many occupants, names (including yours), descriptions, quirks, idiosyncrasies... anything I can use.  And then we'll have ourselves a deal," Reek finished, grinning like a madman.