Kintla Flatlands The poison in your cup

@Zaria 

Sorry for the wait!

Picking up her feet, she sprinted over the territory line into the unclaimed territory of the Flatlands. Nothing had aggravated her temper, and that was exactly the problem. Things had died down in that last few days, only the occasional trespasser to paint the borders but nothing had happened. She found now that even in the still calmness of the recent nights, something twitched in her mind that left her restless. She set out the following morning to do one thing, find or stir up some trouble.

It was only by chance that she found the animal, clearly slayed not too long ago. Something seemed suspicious about the whole thing, but the blaring thought of filling her stomach overpowered all other thoughts. She was like a starved lion in front of a herd, she was just too hungry. She hadn't starved herself but she had been too busy the last few days to put much time in hunting. Dashing over to the fly swarmed deer, she chomped down on it, it's taste filling her mouth. It was not nearly as good as fresh meat, not by far, but at that moment in time, she didn't care at all.

Sorry Didn't see this! I didn't get a tag message. Also I am going to change the carcass to a fawn because bigger than that Zaria couldn't take down. :) Nemesis could warden the carcass and Zaria will do the poisoning so we can do both trades. Do take in mind that the poison will have its effect. Daphne: Will experience itchy skin, eye irritation, inflammation and temporary blindness.

Zaria was on a mission. After what happened to the pale male on Chimera fields, Zaria wanted another poisoning. Then she would find out what plants were poisonous and what weren't. This time she had another pink flower type, since the Oleander was a big success. This flower looked the same but smelled very different and Zaria had the idea that this plant would do the trick. Often some plants didn't do anything to the wolves she tried to poison. Today she had taken down a weak fawn which was born very late into the season. The slender female had dragged it to another location in the Flatlands so it wouldn't be suspiciously in the same valley or open field.

This time she had carried the fawn to the great water lake and placed it somewhere randomly. She laid on top of a hill, flattened out and the wind carrying away her scent. She didn't need to wait long until her victim arrived. By the looks of it she was a female and dark colored. Zaria waited patiently before revealing herself. After all her victim needed to eat a few good chunks along with the flower petals and leafs she put between the nutrient organs. Sometimes deer ate some plants that were poisonous to wolves. After a good while when the female had a few good chunks Zaria revealed herself. Casually trotting towards the smell of the meat.

The obsidian dame looked up from her meal, eye's blurring momentarily before focusing on the wolf in front of her. Immediately, she gave out a warning snarl. She didn't know who this female was, or what she wanted, but Nemesis didn't care. Already, these outside wolves had tried to take her kill and she would not do it again. Though, something about the girl seemed foreign, a different scent about her. It didn't settle right with her, like the female was up to know good sneaking around here. She kept her hardened gaze on the girl, no emotion to be found. Her head had dipped, ears flattened against her head in a teeth baring snarl. "What do you want?" She snapped, having no consideration for formalities. Though, she kept in mind, the danger of the situation. There was no telling what kind of wolf this was and the tricks she harboured, so she didn't underestimate. 

Buried deep inside her heart was a tug, urging her to back down and scamper, that this would turn very bad very soon. But she was not one to run, she valued her image and to think that another would see her in a moment of weakness was nearly unbearable. Right now, she had no weaknesses and was ready to fight if needed.

Zaria pretended she was stupid, she was also conveniently covered in mud to not give away her homelands. She might as well be some loner that needed a bite of food. She certain had the body posture for it, slender and lean. Her fur rained down and wetted with mud. Currently Zaria didn't want to look her most beautiful. She sat down on the distance she stopped. Watching the female with her curious green eyes. The distance was big enough that she could speed away when the female would chase her out, and close enough she could see if any symptoms would appear.

A hint of a smile turned on her lips as she watched the female. She was learning the english language better and she got the gist of the female was asking but Zaria didn't answer. She had no need to spark a conversation with her victim. Let her protect her prey all she wanted. Hmm.. That might be a good idea. She jumped up again, challenging the female a bit to see if she was really protecting the piece of meat, that way she could see early if there was something wrong with the female. Zaria's attacks were rather fake, not keening on the meat at the black female's feet.

Nemesis stared icly into the emerald green eyes of the outsider, contemplating her next move. The girl would not answer her question, only a noticeable smirk reaching her lips. She narrowed her eyes, not liking the sudden movements at all. It didn't help that the wolf was covered in thick mud, throwing her nose of track and her vision. But her vision, mud could not do such a thing... could it? She rocked slightly on her hind legs as a slow but lingering itch developed around her eyes. The scene around her blurred, leaving her breathless in confusion. It was as if the female's presence was challenging her to make her move while in such a futile position. 

From the hazy mess around her, she could see the movement of the wolf jumping forward, taunting her. Instantly, she staggered back, but quickly reconducted herself over the carcass of the fawn. Panicked thoughts raced through her mind as she bared her teeth in a guttural growl. "What are you doing? Wha-" She snarled in fright as her vision drastically worsened.

Zaria prodded the female a bit to see how good she was protecting her meat. She started to notice how the female didn't really look at her. This was interesting, if this caused loss of eyesight then it would be a perfect poison, making sure her victims would never see her. Oh how perfect. The female asked what she was doing but she once again didn't answer. Oh how she loved her victims suffer, it was clear that the female was seeing less and less. Zaria stepped to the right for a moment to see if the black female's pupils were following, but that didn't seem to happen.

The female just hunkered over her meal and tried to protect it. Zaria was more than pleased already. She let out a bit of a laugh. Her sinister side coming up more and more. How perfect. "Anything else happen to you?," she asked, voice heavily accented.

Her ears pricked up at the sound of the strangers voice, but soon lowered in caution. She had been right, the wolf was a foreigner for her voice was heavily coated in accent, not one that she had heard around before. Though she could see nothing but the blurred outlines of the scene around her, she could tell the she wolf was smirking. It came to her conclusion that she was a slave to whatever poison the female had given her, the perfect test subject. But if there was a ppision, there had to be an antidote... right? For her sake, she dearly hoped so. The thought of being permanently blind scared her to the bone, no wolf like her could afford to loose such a valuable skill in her life. Especially with all her enemies lurking around her.  

She didn't want to answer the female, but knew she had to if she wanted to get anywhere. "My eyes, their heating up, inflaming" She gasped as a new found feeling reached her. Instantly, she lifted a paw to scratch around her eyes. The scratch only have her moments of blessed relief before she lowered her head to vigorously rub her eyes on her paws and the surrounding area. Whoever this witch was, she would pay, dearly. Now that Nemesis wanted her head, she would stop at nothing to get it. That is, once she could properly see again.

Zaria watched the female, it seemed her eyes were itching but also causing her to go blind. She didn't know what the female was mostly speaking about. What did inflammation mean? She knew heat was hot so probably it had something to do with that. Zaria was more than pleased and was soon ready to leave again now she knew the symptoms she really didn't care if this female lived or died after she would leave her. Zaria had masked her scent well so she couldn't be tracked only thing that could give her away was her way of speaking but she was perfecting her tongue every day, hopefully one day she would be able to get rid of the accent. Or maybe fake it and then speak perfect english, well that was a nice thought.

Zaria watched the female, seeing that she was feeling pretty horrible for Zaria it was like watching a comedy. This gave her just so much amusement. It made her wonder what happened to the pale young male that she poisoned. She hadn't found his body so he probably survived. What a lucky thing. She wasn't so sure if this one would survive, maybe she would be blind forever. But it could just be once the plant would leave her system that she would be fine again. Who knows. Zaria wasn't going to linger about until her vision returned that was for sure.

The darkness had taken over most of her remaining eyesight, only the outlines of various shapes directed her attention. It was strange, to say the least. The absence of something she dearly valued gave her a peculiar emotion, one not of grief but recognition. When she obtained her eyesight once more, she was sure to not take for granted the things she did have. A pack, packmates (sort of), the skills she still had to survive and the fur on her back. Until this point, those things seemed to be so far away from any flicker of appreciation in her life. Not again would she gloss over their value in her life. But the one thing that was for certain, the dauntlessness she had to serve up revenge, she would never let go of. Though she could not tell the scent of the foreign female, she would forever latch onto the accent that she could not hide. If she ever, heard the tiniest flicker of similarity in accent again, the girl better pray to the gods she was saved from her ever growing wrath. 


Growing steady on her feet, she lifted her head from the shameful descend it had lowered. A malevolent snarl played on her lips as her vision became more focused, the shapes taking proper form once more. At times, her vision was hazy and dark, and other's, perfectly clear. The darkness came in waves, and currently, the sky was blue. Stepping over the carcass, she sized the girl up, almost foolishly. "You better run before I do something you won't like" She snarled, her ivory teeth barred viciously. Her tone was deathly venomous, a clear warning sign for any smart one (even a foreigner) to understand. At this point, not force on earth could stop her from releasing her fury. For the girl sake, she hoped she heeded her advice and started to run because not even herself could stop her from causing terror. And no silly blindness would either.

Zaria was a far way off from the female in the first place so when the female latched forward it wasn't even close to her. The thread (she half understood anyhow) was almost amusing to her. It would take at least a day for the female to get these leaves out of her digestive system, if she had a fast one. How fun! Zaria let out a laugh, a mocking one, because the female didn't scare her. However, she did have enough information. The slender young girl got up on her fours and then patted off, instead of going to Silvertip Mountain she moved into the direction of the Caldera and Black Feather. She was sure the other female would hear that. Zaria could care less the female would have thought she would have fled. Her pace was too calm and casual for that.

The lean female made sure to be our of ear shot before heading into another direction. The great thing was that she didn't have to return instantly to her home. So she casually trotted into another direction not worried if she had to spend the night somewhere. She liked that Fitz would let her roam as she liked without restricting her. And with that the female completely vanished from the black female's life.

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Shaking herself from her momentary weakness, she started off in the direction of Blackfeather, all thoughts of hunger behind her. The girl had head off that way, but when she reached it, no scent was found. Perhaps she changed direction, to throw her off trail, she thought. Many actions had been made against her, and many threats had come with it but that was something others needed to know of. Perhaps she would tell Burke , inform him of this wicked female and alert the pack. The last thing she wanted was another pack member to fall victim to this witch. Who knew what kinds of poisons she was testing.

The thought that a wolf such as that rattled her bones in chilling fright. To her, Blackfeather had always had the upperhand with all the trained Spies and Murderers, but now she realised that the other pack were not to be taken lightly either. With a weapon such as that girl, she applauded whatever pack rose to claim her. But once she found out who did, she would raise hell.