Hideaway Strath What is a good Measure of fate?

She wondered if she should start back up her old practices, not the deadly in one go, but to draw it out slowly. She didn’t mind sharing but she wanted ‘his' attention in equal measure and so far he stuck up for this white slut more then he had for her. That would simply not do. Or perhaps she did mind sharing and she was just that good at lying to herself

She wandered aimlessly sniffing for flowers and plants, she didn’t know them by name that she hadn’t cared to know in the past, not that anyone had even taken the time to teach her but she knew what she was looking for, she knew the scent of the deadlier plants. She began to look for a plant that would take a few more month to grow not that she knew that personally, She was looking for  single-stemmed perennial with narrow, linear leaves whorled along the stem. She’d know it by the Small, greenish-white flowers in flat-topped clusters on the upper part of the stem. She was a patient hunter though she’d find this plant (Milkweed) and if she were lucky she’d find the caterpillar’s that fed upon it, Those too were just as deadly as the plant and much easier to hide in food.


"Come out, come out where ever you are.." she crooned