d'Artagnan

the

NightShade

"Are these days getting longer or am I getting older?" the Doctor sighed as he roamed the woodland of the Threshold. Maybe it wasn’t age, perhaps boredom, the chase for revenge was over and he was left with a blank canvas that was as bleak as the world around him. Aramis didn’t answer, he didn’t know the answer and he just shrugged, travelling along next to him. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a hobby either, if you could call collecting poisonous specimens a hobby and experimenting with them. The Mad Doctor some called him, but maybe he was just a bored Doctor. It wasn’t like he got many patients, who would dare trust their life to the twisted healer, not many. Most preferred the tender touch of Lena. Though d’Artagnan had never shown an ounce of mischief whilst performing his duties and, with pride, he thought he had quite the talent for it. Ah, well, there was nothing much he could do about it and reputation was often double edged. Perhaps he should seek out Deimos and ask for something to do rather than mope in his cave all the time. Though moping was also another talent of his.

”There’s a horse nearby” Aramis dryly notified his friend down the invisible bond, his keen canine nose picking up the sent with relative ease as they travelled nearby the mammal. The Time Mender’s eyes lit up a little with flickering interest and he altered his path to follow his hound. It was only when they got nearer that d’Artagnan lingered behind a tree and began to question himself. What if it was another Johnny? He couldn’t bring another peppermint pansy home that spewed at cringing sentences enough to make him want to run away. He never thought he’d be afraid of the Threshold, but there was a first for everything and the shade was genuinely concerned for who he might meet.

As he peered around the trunk he noticed the black mare for the first time. She looked… tired, but then again, most did when entering Helovia. Her mane a stark contrast to her dark fur and the same design travelled to that of her leonine tail. A horn protruded from her head and was now seemingly aiding her in shifting something from her hoof. Slowly, the Doctor made his way out from behind the tree to stand before her, coughing awkwardly. "Long journey?" he began.

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Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.