04-29-2021, 11:05 PM
Arvid didn't feel much regret over his words as Astraea fled the scene – at least, not initially. He didn't think that he had any reason to be remorseful – he was just being truthful. The poison would be useful for all of them, and testing it on mice was far preferable to risking the life of another wanderer. Of course, he probably could've given her a bit less of a death glare, but even he had his moments of being driven solely by emotion. He'd make a mental note to apologize later... maybe. Someday.
With his mind off of Astraea, Arvid's gaze was soon drawn over to Angelembrace, the other seemingly fascinated by what he was doing. A slow grin came over the dire wolf's muzzle at this realization, glad that someone else also seemed to see the benefits of his work. As the other lifted one of the mice in his paw, the canine blinked before nodding, his head tilted to one side, "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as you're not eating them, I don't care what you do with them – although I will admit, I'm curious to see what science you'll do with them." He then glanced down at the last remaining mouse, attention trailing between the rodent and his last little vial of poison. He lifted the last mouse up in his paws, tipping the nightshade poison into its mouth before he placed it back onto the ground.
He then watched as it began to bolt around, running in circles and chattering with a new sense of urgency. It was only a minute or so before it staggered to a halt, slowing and dropping to the ground as paralysis set in fully. Once he was sure the tiny creature had passed, he pushed it towards Angel, a pleased hum leaving him, "...All yours. It looks like I've chosen the right ingredients for these." The poisons would, of course, act more slowly on a larger subject, but that was fine. That was actually advantageous, since it meant that the poisons could take a while before they were detected, and by then? It could easily be too late.
With his mind off of Astraea, Arvid's gaze was soon drawn over to Angelembrace, the other seemingly fascinated by what he was doing. A slow grin came over the dire wolf's muzzle at this realization, glad that someone else also seemed to see the benefits of his work. As the other lifted one of the mice in his paw, the canine blinked before nodding, his head tilted to one side, "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as you're not eating them, I don't care what you do with them – although I will admit, I'm curious to see what science you'll do with them." He then glanced down at the last remaining mouse, attention trailing between the rodent and his last little vial of poison. He lifted the last mouse up in his paws, tipping the nightshade poison into its mouth before he placed it back onto the ground.
He then watched as it began to bolt around, running in circles and chattering with a new sense of urgency. It was only a minute or so before it staggered to a halt, slowing and dropping to the ground as paralysis set in fully. Once he was sure the tiny creature had passed, he pushed it towards Angel, a pleased hum leaving him, "...All yours. It looks like I've chosen the right ingredients for these." The poisons would, of course, act more slowly on a larger subject, but that was fine. That was actually advantageous, since it meant that the poisons could take a while before they were detected, and by then? It could easily be too late.
i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass
and visions, ambitions to be the best
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