Re: Unhealthy Interests [Wisp Quill]
"I, little pretty," Omentus said with a wide, sadistic grin as he stalked toward the gargoyle, "am your new master." He watched her with too much interest as she glanced to at her cheek, where she was bleeding. "Mmm, silver," he mused. "Oh? What's the matter? Does that hurt?" There was an amused chuckle in his voice, and an unhealthy, sultry growl.
Omentus's eyes were nearly bulging from his head from following the lines of electricity that raced around her body. He licked his lips like a hungry animal, but stayed back from her for a moment. "I shall need you to calm down a bit for this," he said, drawing a rainbow-hued syringe filled with a bright purple liquid from his left leg harness. He approached her slowly, as one might approach a wild animal with a net in hand.
Suddenly, Omentus bolted for the gargoyle, moving much faster than any human should have the right to in nature, stabbing at her with the syringe. She dodged his poke, startled by his sudden advance, and made a swipe at him with one paw. Her claws rent through his shirt, but strangely left no marks on his skin. An electric spark jumped from her to him, and he staggered backward. His eyes lost focus for a moment and he nearly lost his balance. It took a moment, but he regained his bearings. As it turned out, the necromancer was in a way far more susceptible to the gargoyle's life spark than most people would be, and only his inhuman fortitude kept him from falling onto the ground in a twitching heap. He needed to form a plan; he would not be able to capture this creature or even take a blood sample from it in a fair fight. He looked at it closely, especially in its face. It had leonine features and scales...
The man reached into the pack on his right hip and grabbed a thin, fragile cloth bag of a dust known in thieving rings as deathbreaker. It was a pungent smelling concoction that was used to disorient and confuse tracking dogs, who normally meant death to the rogue whose scent they had picked up. He flung the powder at the gargoyle, ripping open the fragile bag as he did, and loosed a powdered cloud of nose-bending peppers, spices and herbs. Triumphantly, he shouted, "Got it!" and then threw his second voice, which sounded a little raspy and older than his first, behind the creature, "Hold it down, don't let it get away!"
If she fell for the ploy, Omentus would draw Helir and attempt to make a draw from the gargoyle's blood, then follow up with an injection from Beli to sedate her. If she saw through his deception, Omentus intended to grab her and still take the draw. At the very least, Omentus meant to get her blood, and would put himself in harm's way to get it, if necessary. Even if it went his way, though, it might take more than a minute for beli to take its toll on her inhuman physiology.