second blood.

[deathwarder]

 [ There is a demonic cat resting in the library atop one of the many tables, books piled all around it. Curled in its tail is a pen, currently scribbling furiously in an open journal. Splayed beneath its paws are a variety of texts detailing dark, forbidden magics. Sharp red eyes follow the pages, jagged claws skimming lines written in an

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[thelifemeddler]

[WATCHING THIS

AND WATCHING YOU]

How generous of you to make such an offer.

[It would help if twelve year old kids weren't trying to beat Deathwing up by themselves.]

[deathwarder]

[ Here's Deathwing's giving a shit face.

Hint: there isn't one. ]

Live and let live, as they say.

[ It's a joke and even Deathwing knows it, but hey, gotta maintain appearances. ]

[thelifemeddler]

You know nothing but death.

[What was that about appearances? He's not making threats, but...]

[deathwarder]

And you're nothing more than a meddling eyesore.

[ An energetic flourish of his tail, and...

Oh, dear. Deathwing appears to be drawing a cartoonish version of Krasus being stabbed to death in his journal. And falling to death. And being burned to death. Is that Deathwing standing victoriously over him? Yes, it appears to be so. ]

The victor between us, then, is clear.

[ The journal picks up a contented hum. Someone's very pleased with himself here. ]

[thelifemeddler]

[It takes a lot more than idle threats to scare Krasus. He's been meddling in Deathwing's affairs for years, and this new ground only makes the odds more even. Except these aren't idle threats, and though the cartoons might be amusing to some, Krasus knows of worse fates that Deathwing could bestow upon him.

Rather than deign the black with a response, he calmly shuts the journal. He'll be back later.]