A little bit of poison never hurt anyone || Poison making

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

It really should come to no surprise to anyone that she would be found in her home mixing up poisons. Honestly, it's what she was known for when it comes to her job. This is where the jaglion found herself currently, holed up in her home with the door wide open as she worked on mixing up some more bottles of poison for when she went out next. Hopefully that would be soon, she really was itching to get back out in the line of work but with her being pregnant now she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to. As much as she disliked the idea she wasn't about to risk the pregnancy.

A soft sigh slipped past her muzzle, which was quickly replaced with a noise of pain as she accidentally cut herself on a piece of glass. Her concentration had strayed and she stopped focusing on what she was doing. Luckily it was only a cut and nothing worse but honestly she needed to pay more attention.
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You'll never takes us alive!

teef

[Cobra]

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The same thing you are -

the woman was not the best at emotions. yet, she knew what pregnancy was like from th logical side. so, the lioness making poisons could talk to her any time. not that she was helpful in the emotion side. livingdead did not offer a word at first as her paws brought her up to the other.

after a moment, she looked at the cut with that blank expression. do you want some bandages for that? she offered with a dead tone of voice.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

She paid no attention when the other woman entered her home, a soft hum slipping past her muzzle as she had gone back to work. An ear flicked when the other spoke, Clove's gaze finally lifting and drifting over to her. "Sure, it's not necessary but if you'd like I won't stop you," she mused, turning her attention back  to what the jaglion had been doing. Clove decided to put the poisons down for the time being, waiting to see what the other would do before deciding if she would continue to work or not.
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You'll never takes us alive!

teef

[Cobra]

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The same thing you are -

the woman paused as her eyes flicked over clove. messing with poison with a wound. that was not wise, but the woman knew better than to voice it. she would turn on her heel and leave. coming back a bit later with a bandage and a clean wet rag. setting both before the woman and stepping back. eyes now on the various poisons clove made. this is all made by you, right? you are very skilled.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[FIVE PEBBLES]

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

Clove watched as the woman had left briefly and then came back with bandages and a cloth. She watched as both were set before her and eventually she picked up the cloth and began wiping away at the wound, letting out a soft hiss from the stinging sensation she received the second the cloth touched the wound. Finally she felt it was clean enough and she set to work on wrapping her paw before eventually setting it down too and turning back to her work.

At the question her gaze drifted back over to the woman. "Yes I made all of these on my own and thank you, they aren't the easiest thing to craft," she mused, her gaze drifting towards the new comer. "They are poisons that I use and most are lethal but not all of them," she hummed towards them.
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You'll never takes us alive!

teef

[Cobra]