Toxins In My Blood

Underneath a bright sky of auroras and starlight, Azrael Saxe prowled about the newly claimed Sparse Pines. The world was covered in a fresh blanket of white, the remnants of a snowstorm that had passed through earlier in the day. Now, the world glowed in silver light from the moon overhead, making the canvas of snow seem to shine and sparkle all around. It made the violet brute's fur appear to glow as well, as ethereal as a specter as he made his way through the forest back towards his den on the Ardens. Around his neck, he carried his herb satchel, freshly packed with wintergreen and jimson weed, two critical ingredients used in his serums and tonics. The peacefulness of the evening was always a good time to go herb harvesting in Azrael's mind. It meant fewer distractions and time alone to his thoughts. True serenity.

Crunching through the freshly fallen snow, Azrael crossed the newly claimed Syndicate territory with confidence and ease. With as vast as the Syndicate's lands had grown and how large the pine forest territory was, it was no surprise that he didn't immediately notice someone else in the territory with him; another wolf, active and out and about in the moonlit winter wonderland. Perhaps she would spy him first, given that he had his guard down. Why feel the need to be alert in one's own home, after all? His scent lingered strong in the crisp air, his signature fragrance an easy beacon to locate him if one was looking. Az whistled a soft tune to himself as he walked, already planning out tomorrow's agenda for what he'd need to get done.

"Azrael Saxe"