works and days
He paddled to the banks and shook out his fur careful to keep enough distance between them to avoid shaking water onto his companion. He looked at him hesitantly for a moment, then slowly paced closer toward him before settling down beside him with a tail’s length of distance between them. Side by side the difference in their size was unmistakable. The full length of Rain’s body only reached the Phoenixes’ ribs and if he had been compelled he had no doubt the entirety of his jaws could clasp his spine and break it like a twig. "Do you have a particular favourite?"
He broke from his musings at the male’s question, his ears perking slightly at the younger male’s rumbling voice. “Well, there is one…” He said, his eyes regarding the male’s shoulder rather than meet his eyes directly.
“It’s a milky sap that comes from a tree, while I was collecting it, it made my skin itch as if I had been attacked by flees and blister.” He explained, unable to help the small smile that formed on his features as he recounted the memory. It had been a painful experience at the time, but now he could look back on it with a small measure of pride and satisfaction at having found what he believed was a potent poison he could use on his enemies.
“I had only had brief contact with it, but if you can gather enough of it you could kill someone quite painfully just by using it to irritate their skin.” He explained, his smile widening and the end of his tail tapping as he spoke. He thought of using it on the bald faced bastard that had tried to proposition him, and perhaps even his father if he ever had the chance, but for now the white sap remained bottled in the dungeons, ready to be used when he saw fit.
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