Thought Contagion

Absinth let the silence settle over them, her gaze sweeping across the young wolves first and foremost, watching the way her words washed over them. There was a smirk playing at the edge of her mouth as she continued her circuit, her sharp gaze measuring their reactions.

“Think of yourself as a mirror.”she began, her voice softer, a dangerous purr that demanded attention. “Reflect back what they show you, what they want to see, or make it up as you go. Fear with defiance, kindness with indifference, strength with your own strength. Making your opponent unstable or complacent is key. Control your presence, manipulate the story they see. Those who can’t see through you will fall to their assumptions. Those who do… Well,” she chuckled darkly, “they may be worthy of your true intentions.”

She leaned closer to the children, her piercing gaze sharpening. “Know when to strike and when to hold back—find the answer most beneficial to you. It’s up to you to determine that. In many ways, it’s like a game—and we love games.” She smiles, amusement dancing in emerald orbs.

Stepping back, Absinth’s gaze swept over them all, her posture tall and commanding. Her voice took on a final, resolute edge. “Doubt, hesitation, impatience, overconfidence—these are your true enemies. They’ll screw you over before anyone else does, in a fight or in a battle of wits.” With one last approving nod, she flicked her tail and began to turn away. “Remember, every moment is an opportunity. Use it well, or lose it to someone who will.”


"Absinth Artemisia Inferos"