Painful Experiences

Careful measurements of various liquids were added together into beakers and jars to brew and mix as Azrael worked on his serums and tinctures. Sephiran had given him a season to prove his worth to the Sultan and be a valued member of the new Syndicate regime, and Az took his work very seriously. He would not let his Sultan down. His poisons and serums required delicate and experienced paws to craft, as one drop spilled could be the difference between great success and catastrophic failure. Which was why he did not want to be disturbed during his brewing—which unfortunately was exactly what Cifarelli did when he barked into his workspace for him. Az flinched, paws rapidly freezing so he didn't over pour into his mixture, a quiet growl of frustration rumbling in his throat as he set his alchemy set aside and stood to go greet his unexpected intrusion.

Stepping outside into the chill of the winter air, Azrael was greeted by a rather unexpected sight. There stood the dark form of Cifarelli, pompous and proud as ever, looming over the beaten and cowering form of a fae that looked as if she'd been made from the very snow and ice around them. A curious brow quirked above one sage green eye as he studied her briefly, then turned his attention back to his younger cousin. "You've found yourself another toy, Cifarelli," he observed aloud with a devilish smile on his muzzle. Oh, how he did love Sidi... such delightfully malleable and fragile beings! "I assume you didn't bring her here to have me break her in. Does she need vaccinating or deworming? Contraception application?" What would Cifa's poison of the day be today?

"Azrael Saxe"