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 Andraste listened, nodding thoughtfully, silently.

 It still pissed her off, this waste. A good meal - now poison to any who deemed to eat it. It sickened her and her eyes turned to the brown wolf, intensity rising in those berry-red irises. She wondered of her followers - were they waking? Would they rise and find the kill, thinking it a feast prepared for them? She pissed over the still warm corpse, marking it as defective. Even Scarecrow would not feed on a corpse that had been pissed on - she hoped. “A waste, if informative.” The world-eater, the god-eater, moved in slow, steady steps towards the woman.

 The sand shifted slightly under her paws as she walked, claws taking her now to sandstone where it drifted up towards the Lids - the stony outcrops - of the Eye.

 “For you see, you've destroyed a potential meal for my Children and I,” Her head tilted slightly as she spoke, from one side to the other, as she moved steadily towards the woman. “Wolf flesh is hard to come by in the desert and now that is poison.” She gave a smile that contrasted vibrantly against her dark words.

 “Had one of mine succumbed to your poison - even second hand - there would be hell to pay.” Her eyes moved to the side, as if to look back, but then returned, half lidded, to the woman before her. “What's your name, alchemist?”

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Mehalt did not understand the waste she spoke of, for it was a fruitful experiment that had told her many things. How long it took the poison to work, if at all, and how strong it was. Mehalt, however, did not have the patience to argue the point with a stranger.

Yet, the next words made her understand better. A meal.

Cannibals.

Mehalt had heard stories of wolf-eaters as a child, canines who ate their own kind. It drew her morbid curiosity, though she had never... partaken. 

That wasn't to say that she wouldn't ever try it, twisted being that she was. 

Mehalt looked to her victim and then back to the woman that stood before her, lowering her head slightly -- humbled, perhaps, by her mistake. "Lucky that it wasn't one of your Children, then," she said.

The chocolate wolf looked to her prey again and then back to the pale wolf before her. She asked for her name, and Mehalt obliged. "Mehalt," she introduced herself, lowering her tail. "I will move to other territories to ... hunt, I suppose, if you tell me one thing -- why is it that you eat the flesh of your own kind?" she asked, genuine curiosity fueling her words.
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 The white witch observed this tall thing, watched as her reaction to the knowledge of their feast tilted onto her face with her humility. Andraste's lips peeled in a slight smile. Lucky indeed.

 “Mehalt, why don't you stay for supper?” she mused, “You may see how we devour - for it is to consume both the strength of our foes and the sins they have committed. We defied death, so Death gave us a domain and a charge in this land.” A domain to do what they would, wherever they would. To become strong.

 To destroy the sinners who so offended them.

 She wondered if this brown woman would have joined that pack of deer fuckers if she had the chance. A poisoner in their enemy's hands? No, that wouldn't do. “We could always use someone with your... talents in our Family.” Her eyes glanced to the corpse, now deadly. “So long as you dispose of your waste securely.”

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Blackened lips peeled back into a smile. 

The pale wolf seemed powerful enough that Mehalt would have no quarrel with joining her Family, as Andraste had called it. The herbalist tipped her head to the pale one. "I will stay," she agreed, venom eyes trained on her. For a moment, they flickered to the body that still lingered nearby. 

"Your family seems like a worthy cause," Mehalt said, looking back to Andraste. "I will use other hunting grounds, if that suits you better. The desert will be yours and your Family's," the woman offered, hoping that such an agreement would be suitable to her.

Mehalt was flattered, slightly -- for her poisons to be referred to as a talent appealed to her self-involvement. She would more than willingly follow Andraste now.
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 Andraste smiled in return, watching as those venom eyes turned to the poisoned lump across the sand. “Then you shall be part of my Family, one of my Children. The whole world is our hunting grounds,” she said, smile twisting into a grin and eyes flashing with excitement.

 Ah yes, the world would be theirs.

 “I will love to see more of your skill in action,” she said.

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We could end it hereish? Sorry it's so short

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