Heavenly Fields... What a pretentious name!

d'Artagnan wondered in the shadows, a flicker of blood red here and there when the stray sunlight dared bare his banished head and kiss the pelt of the dark servant. Flashes of silver danced in elegant half moons upon merlot stained flanks, a reminder of one wild night with the stars. Something new and blue, encased in a chain and swung in a clunky dance, an amulet of awesome properties and tangled in dark mane. Each cloven hoof pressed against the earth as silent as the one before it, ever watching eyes of dual colours were shadowed by dark lashes. A call from a stranger brought him to the fields, it was the reason the shade remained hidden, not foolish enough to fall for a trap. So it was with bubbling glee that he stumbled upon a lone equine, who must be mad with fever to call the Nightshade out when she stood so alone. Like the mare had simply volunteered her own life, rapped a noose around her neck and called for her own executioner.

A rumble of malicious laughter rang from quivering lips and the red boy made himself known to the roan maiden who had so generously offered herself to him. "Do you want to die, girl? Is that why you called me here, foolish hornless" a voice of harsh tone and unblinking pools dripping with morbid intentions.

d'Artagnan stopped walking towards her and left a small gap between them. She could not escape him and it was always more enjoyable to do these things slowly, savour each minute. The madness was creeping up on him again, the femme better speak quickly before the too eager Doctor looses his grip on sanity. Why does an equine call out a racist like him? Surely she does not want to die here. His heartbeat was loud inside furry lobes.

Not long now.

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d'Artagnan watched the roan hornless, his expression changing from malicious to curious and finally landing on confusion. What is she doing?! The shade thought of the Moon, why was she doing this? Of all the Gods he had only bowed his head to her shining omniscient light, followed her every word and even fathered her child. Even now Mesec remained in his and Kou's care, did she care nought for his feelings. Was he simply a slave who must obey on a whisper. Of course he was but it didn't lessen the anger he felt. This equine was no gift for him, poison but not kill? This was pure torture and he gritted his teeth at his blackening mood. Bitch.

"Noble? That's a new one" he chuckled, his deep voice echoing the red steed's slow decent into maddening anger. Dual coloured pools slipped downwards and eyed the purple plant below, a hallucinogen. If given in large doses the recipient would surely be paralyzed in a coma, however if d'Artagnan only gave the hornless mare a small amount she would only experience hallucinations and be sent into a state of delirium. A species of flora that belonged to the family of his namesake. For the purpose at hand, the poison was perfect. The Nightshade motioned to the plant and looked back at the mare, "this plant will suffice for your task. Be wary however, in large amounts it will put you in a coma."

With that d'Artagnan took a step back from the plant and proffered his head to the plant. His last words were almost spat through gritted teeth, half of him wishing her to eat the whole thing so he could gloat over her dead corpse. Like his last casualty. Another unsuspecting equine who met her end surrounded in a pool of her own fluid. This time wouldn't be the same and it almost killed him to remain restrained. Expression scowling as he watched the roan mare.

[The poison is the mandrake plant. She will experience hallucinations and be delirious but nothing that would stop her from travelling back to the veins.]

h e l l can't handle all of us