A Little Poison For The Prince

For anyone that wants to get in to a little trouble, or any healer/naturalist to help out Silvermane ;) Set in Silva Stellarum

Silvermane was taking a ache-full stroll, Silvermane stretched lightly, causing his back to un-click, and release the aching and uncomfortable feeling that had tensed up since the morning, and slowly stepped forward, resting his gaze upon the beautiful trees, and the sunset light brisling in-between the leaves, leaving barely any light upon him, yet beautifully lighting up the river with a fabulous golden light. He breathed in, and as the stupefying scents arrived to his muzzle, he let out a light gasp, and thought Idyllic... he put one paw forward, and crushed the brittle and delicate multi-colored leaves that have piled underneath him, yet with that he heard a light snapping sound as he broke a little twig underfoot, and splintered his tough skin. He lightly licked it, and with that it slid lightly out, it wasn't a big one, so he shrugged. He once again breathed in, trying to find the scent for either the Nutmeg that he had grown fond of, a simple bunch of poppy seeds, or, what his main goal was, some of the terrific Deadly Nightshade, never had it let him down, and always was such a beautiful color it made him admire this blossoming flower.. " Oggi è un bel giorno per morire " he phrased outloud, and looked at the River that was passing infront of him, the water beautifully passing by the rocks that held it, the water reflecting some of the golden light that had shone on the waters soft cyan water.

Silvermane made his way slowly deeper into the the surrounding forest, and kept his nose down, looking for the purple headed plant, or any of his options, so he could make a little... concoction to create for the next time he eats, in case he gets into a bad table with someone, and, anyway, didnt the Romans always poison each other? he thought, his muzzle bringing him to the next desirable plant. A small dose is all that is needed, the rest he could use to stock up on, a warlock of sorts. Silvermane never knew much of healing, but he was taught some of poisons, and how to notice them, and, most importantly, how to cure them. Hurling was one of the more... sticky processes of getting the toxins out of your body, but Silvermane learnt other ways, venoms, toxins, poisons, all of them he was drilled to be fluent with, but never of diseases or wounds, all they needed was time, time and strength. Survival of the Fittest, he joked at himself, thinking about the old stupid saying his father had laughed with him about. Silvermane laid his eyes on a perfect Nutmeg tree, and quickly crouched down, driving his nose to the ground to sniff for any signs of a possible nutmeg that has fallen from the tree. He had begun to quickly pick them up with his teeth, and to carefully not crush them, the slowly laid them in a large leaf he found. He wouldn't want to poison himself, that would be stupid. He had pushed them together on the leaf. Silvermane found himself some unusually scare poppies to be taken care of on the borders of the forest, -those were in large amounts- and again piled them up. A mighty supply already, but he needed someone to help him, without them actually realizing what it is. With that thought, he once again went down to look for more of the populous toxins that could be found in the nature