Pharmeceuticals for Psychopaths

Irilyth had always been a wolf who found herself most comfortable going about her daily routines. For as long as she could remember, she'd lived in servitude to whomever possessed her at the time, doing as she was told and tending to whatever needs her masters had of her. Though she was no longer that servant slave to the Mendaciums, old habits were hard to break, and the little golden blonde fae was most as home in her familiar patterns and habits. As Elysium's sole healer (save for the big purple wolf that had come to stay with them as a mercenary) Irilyth was responsible for maintaining the health of all their members, keeping their pharmacy and medicine stores fully stocked. It was menial yet important work, and a role Iri took great pride in excelling at for Manea. It was the least she could do for the wolf that had given her a life she'd only ever dreamed of.

Today, Irilyth was in her quarters of the ruling Mendacium family's den as normal, working in the small space with her rudimentary chemistry set. She was grinding down herbs to store in bottles of alcohol to form extractions to be used later in tinctures, but there were a couple extracts in particular she was preparing to use as well. Iri had those extracts set aside next to a larger empty vial, waiting to be blended together for Alastor. After the incident that followed the birth of the latest Mendacium child, Alastor had gone through most of his supply in a single day, so Iri had taken the initiative to keep a stock on hand, just in case. Having the Mendacium patriarch flip out and lose control of himself would be good for no one.

"Irilyth"