Phoenix Maplewood fast and furious

“My hunting is fair. I'm not the best out there but I'm certainly not the worst,” After all, if he couldn't hunt worth a damn he wouldn't have made it on his own. He probably would have perished soon after leaving Song's Rise. Things had appeared to have been going rather swimmingly at first, only to crash and burn as the young Alpha stepped forward and asked her questions, giving Antar the distinct impression that she wasn't impressed. “Not all poisons are detectable by scent or taste,” The incubus replied, softly. It was clear that out of everything he'd said that was the one she'd been stuck on ...with a certain level of distrust he felt. Not outright hostile but he felt a slight prickle of it at the nape of his neck, nevertheless. “I never said I couldn't fight, if that's your implication, but I don't enjoy it. I admit it's not conventional, but as I said it can easily be crafted into healing. It's a fine line between healing and killing. All healers have killed before, even if it's unintentional. Medicine isn't infallible and I don't know about you but I wouldn't trust a so-called healer that claimed that they hadn't ever been trained in poisons. That would imply that they don't know where to draw the line and could end up doing much more damage than they could good.” Poisons and medicine were the one in the same.

“If it bothers you I've never killed with poison. Simply my mother thought it was a useful skill for her children to know,” Savage “Kali” DeMonte was sharp as a whip and her penchant for all things dark and “magic” didn't particularly surprise anyone. No one claimed Kali was a good mother; but unfortunately Nocturne hadn't been around much and Antar and his siblings had learned from the parent that had taken interest in them. “I understand your suspicion and skepticism.” Though he had a feeling her mind was already made up towards no and he prepared himself for her rejection, thinking that should he be rejected he would try his luck further south.