The Cold Does Not Forgive

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She would watch the woman, with just as much caution but now with equal parts curiosity. There was a certain madness about her that she held, but it seemed that she had not delved completely into insanity. She could still be understood, and she carried her craft highly, that much was more obvious than anything else. Stepping forward, she would watch the woman explain her poisons to her, but didn't get too close in case something could be inhaled.


Although the effects were dark, Chrysanthe was impressed by the woman's knowledge of it all. Knowing which pasts to put on your teeth, which would paralyze, which would kill, which would cause seizures. With her one good eye her gaze locked onto each poison, listening to the stranger explain them, and although she might feel a bit guilty about it later, she couldn't help but imagine using them on her enemies. So quickly she could end her fights, send a message to her enemies that she would do anything in order to protect Valhalla. Righteousness her foot, Glaciem had used loophole upon dirty tactic to get whatever edge they could on their enemies. They mauled and maimed without giving a damn - they deserved a taste of their own medicine. It was the thought that came to her as she sniffed at the last poison, as per request.


As the woman whispered to her about her last child - Frost, she would give her a bit of room to put the place back where it belonged and edge away just slightly, giving her a comfortable bit of distance again. She could only imagine the lengths that this woman had gone to in order to figure out each effect that the deadly herbs she made into pastes, caused. A dangerous mind - it was no wonder it had appeared to change her. Still, the alpha would treat her as she would any other - this woman had been nothing short of kind to her - even when she had stepped foot in her home.


"I am Chrysanthe, one of Alacritia's alphas. I live in Valhalla." She would introduce herself simply, and although she was proud of her title and home, it wasn't something that she wanted to intimidate her new acquaintance with. Not all loners were very fond of pack wolves... but Chill's apparent happiness in introducing herself and pride in her poisons gave the alpha a bit of room to relax. "If I were to pick one, I would take the last. I'm afraid I've made some enemies that might just want me dead some day." Considering Azalea's condition, and how little it took to displease the pink tyrant, it was something that could easily happen.


"How long have you studied this craft?" She may just be the best living example of a master in poison. Pushing the standard, she could imagine that Chill was doing that with ease. Did she even know? "I don't recognize the plants used when they're made into a paste like this." The only way someone would be able to tell how each was made, would be if Chill herself told them - it was really all quite brilliant. "It's all very impressive."