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Azrael was in an almost meditative state down by the lake while he waited for his first pair of subjects to arrive. The calming sound of the waves of the ocean around the island, the gentle breeze rippling through the Glácies, the smell of pine, sea salt, and moss lingering in the air. Allowing his body and mind to relax in anticipation for the frivolities he was about to enjoy. He didn't even know how long it took the raven to find two Sidi for his experiments but it didn't bother him. They would come, of this he was sure. And sure enough, the sound of light paws on the pebbly shore of the lake caused the Saxe brute's ear to flick back in the direction of the sound. Azrael's eyes popped open, sage green eyes his head turning to settle his gaze over an unexpected sight. An African Wild Dog, small and svelte, her characteristic splotchy coat a pale lavender gray and white. He had known the Syndicate's store of Sidi had grown exotic, but this was a treat! She looked like such a fragile little thing... so demure, so submissive, so malleable.

Az wouldn't say anything as she approached, silently appraising her from tip to tail and every inch in between. Her brilliant teal eyes were wide and fearful, clearly anxious about being summoned so unceremoniously. Her dread was palpable, practically dripping from her as if she were drenched in the emotion. She spoke, words soft and trembling, almost whimpered as she greeted him as Sir. Oh, she was an obedient one, wasn't she? Azrael did not answer her question immediately, as no sooner had the trembling words left her lips, Azrael spied the second Sidi he'd requested start making her way down towards them. This one was a wolf, her blush-hued coat standing out vibrantly against the gray stone and green foliage. Her gaze remained pointedly on the ground while she introduced herself, her voice holding that same pitiful quiver as the Wild Dog's.

Now that they were both here, the games could begin. Azrael rose to his paws and moved away from the edge of the lake, approaching the Wild Dog first. His gaze roved over both females, studying them, committing them to memory. They were such lovely specimens... Without a word, Azrael lifted a giant paw to catch the Wild Dog's chin, holding her jaw to keep her head tipped up towards him. She had been the brave one between the two of them to actually look at him when she spoke. Sage eyes bore into teal pools as if he could see into her very mind, turning her head to and fro, inspecting her from each side. With a crooked smile, Az gently patted the fae's cheek, then reached down and took her paw into his, pressing his digits where her paw met her foreleg, feeling her pulse and counting out the beats of her heart. "Tell me your name, what species you are, and what pack you belong to," he instructed her. As she would answer each question, Az would feel her pulse, getting a baseline for when she was telling him a truthful response. "Your name is Delaeni and you belong to the Syndicate, is this correct?" he would repeat back to her, still measuring her pulse all the while. With his truthful response given, Azrael dropped her paw and gave the Wild Dog another saccharine sweet smile before moving on to the next Sidi.

The blush wolf introduced as Cierzo had already given him some information he hadn't asked for, which actually made his job more tricky to calibrate a baseline pulse for her. No matter, he could make do. Lifting a paw to catch her chin with two of his digits, Azrael slowly tipped Cie's head upwards until he could look into those turquoise eyes, studying her the same way he had done to Delaeni. He repeated the same treatment to her, taking her paw in his and finding her pulse point with practiced ease. "Tell me how old you are and what pack you belong to." Azrael didn't miss the strong scent of her heat coming off of her while he studied Cierzo, that spicy flavor of her season hanging in the air like a pheromone-laced perfume. Delicious... "Your name is Cierzo, you belong to the Syndicate, and you are deep into your heat cycle." The last point was more a fact to make her squirm, but it also helped him find her baseline too.

With the information he needed from each Sidi to get started, Azrael dropped Cie's paw and marched over to his satchel hanging from the tree branch. He fished around inside for a few moments through his assortment of injectors, considering which ones he wanted to test first. "My name is Azrael Saxe. I am the Sultan's inquisitor." A quick flash of a smile over his shoulder to the two Sidi faes. "Don't worry, neither of you are in trouble. You're both going to be a part of a little trial run of something fun!" Picking out two injectors, Azrael kept the little syringes tucked out of sight between the digits of one paw while he moved back over to Delaeni. She had been the first to arrive, so she would be the first one up in their trial runs today. Giving the little Wild Dog another disarming smile, Az motioned for Laney to lift her muzzle up. "Lift your muzzle for me, Delaeni." Whether she did or not, Az would swiftly clasp his free paw around her throat, not quite choking her, but applying just enough pressure for him to feel her racing pulse in her arteries under his paw pads. With his target located, Azrael struck with the precision of a viper. He jabbed the injector into Laney's neck, the incredibly sharp and thin stonefish spine sinking effortlessly into the vein and emptying the contents of the vial directly into the Sidi's bloodstream. It was over in a matter of seconds, and the most she would likely feel was a pinch as the natural hypodermic needle pierced her skin, then nothing as he withdrew the empty injector from her neck. A small spot of blood on her neck would be all that remained of his violation of her.

Azrael was cool and collected as ever as he released Delaeni's neck, eyes flashing with a wicked mirth at the involuntary drugging he just subjected her to. Sure, he could have commanded the Sidi to just take the drugs willingly, but it was more fun this way and it let him test out his new batch of injectors. "You should be feeling that momentarily," he said as calmly as if he were simply discussing the weather with her and not what her body was about to experience in response to the cocktail of herbal drugs coursing through her blood. "After all, it's not very fair poor Cierzo over there has to suffer her heat season alone." The first serum he had chosen to give Delaeni was a particularly fun blend of ingredients designed to simulate the sensitivity and lust of a female's heat. It would have been a waste to use on Cierzo. Knowing that Cie would have seen what he had done to her fellow Sidi, Azrael didn't waste any time giving her a chance to flinch or shy away. He grabbed Cierzo by her throat just as he had done to Delaeni, feeling for where her pulse was the strongest, then swiftly and accurately jabbing the second makeshift syringe into her neck and emptying the vial into her veins. "We'll give that a moment to kick in," he said, patting Cie's cheek as if congratulating her on a job well done. The drug he'd injected Cierzo with was designed to make a wolf more compliant and impressionable—a truth serum when applied in the right way. Az calmly put the now empty syringes away in his satchel and returned to his Sidi subjects, observing them closely while he waited to see how they reacted to his serums. "Report to me anything you start feeling." Were his dosages high enough? Were his recipes effective? What sort of responses would he get from each Sidi? The anticipation was immaculate!

"Azrael Saxe"