[size=9pt]See, he was a Warlord's son.

Though he seemed anything but, with his lanky, feeble physique and painfully nonchalant and joking behavior, Moon'd grown up with violence on his doorstep and dried blood caking in his fur. He knew all to well of bloodlust, battle and revenge. And, Today, he was on Pittian territory with the latter in mind.

He'd crushed deathberries under his paws until the pads were left stained, and robbed the Ascendant's territory for all its Nettles. Foxglove seeds and Nightshade. Its Water Hemlock, its Deathberries. Everything the Clerics warned against, anything he could get his ruthless, desperate paws on to deliver to the Pitts doorstep and watch them collapse into  foaming, feverish wrecks. Like they'd left Har.

He'd spent nights figuring out their territory. Hours of sitting up under the black of the sky, fretting over where their water supply was, how he'd find Onision, how he'd get the hell out of there. But when the day finally came, it proved a quick and flawless operation. Silent and deadly like he'd never been before, the lion made a twisted tea of any oasis he could find, and, with and unconscious Onision on his back and an empty Cleric's bag, disappeared from the territory just as quick as he'd came.

/ drinking will cause vomiting, pain, shakes, severe sickness, or possibly death. feel free to have your character spot the herbs in the water!

Naturally, water was a rare resource in the desert. They had once lived in an oasis, but because of some thievery by another clan, they had ended up moving. Sometimes she wondered what they had been thinking, moving further into the desert where water would be so much scarcer. They would be well protected, as most people couldn't stand the heat, but it was still rough for them. She wished they could just go back to the oasis, where everything was alright and they had everything they needed. But that was wishful thinking.

It was common for her to make stops at their one body of water, as she always ended up pricking her paws on cacti whenever she tried to drink from them. It was a much easier alternative. On her way today, however, she quickly spots Valkyr and pauses, forcing a smile onto her muzzle. She was once fond of the sha, but now that he had done all these things--ripping a leader's heart out of their chest, capturing and forcing a child to stay with them--it made her a lot less sure of how to feel towards him. Still, she tried to appear friendly when she approached.

"Good afternoon." Cosette says, keeping it short before she turned to the water, quickly catching the odd smell. Her face twists at it, eyes narrowing and studying the waters. Then she spotted the herbs, too. But, with her lack of knowledge, she just shrugged it off. For all she knew they had just improved the water's taste. She was quickly proven wrong, though, spitting it back out the second she took a drink.

It tasted bitter, softly burning her tongue. It was awful, and only then did she realize what she had done, her eyes growing wide. "Wh-" is all she can get out, turning sharply before vomiting onto the sand, the bile tinted with red. It left a horrible taste in her mouth, body shaking all over. She quickly tried to throw up again, but all that she managed was dry heaving, her stomach emptied. Then she collapsed.