Codename - The First Victim - Cairienn

This...was going to be...awesome!

There was no other way to describe it, he thought.  None.  Pure, total and wonderfully awesome!  Not since he'd turned Rykan's fur a bright pink for three days had an idea, a plan, struck him so perfectly.

Step one, determine the victims current residence.  Check.  Said victim usually resided in Silvermoon.  Ok, easy enough to get in and out when you have sneaky stealth abilities!

Step two, purchase the materials needed to complete the plan.  Check.  One order of industrial strength, Goblin designed smelly stuff coming up.

"Do not come anywhere near me with that Trisstan!" a voice growled from his doorway.

He looked up and grinned slowly at his older brother.  "No worries there big guy, this isn't for you...this time!"

Rykan rolled his blue eyes and shook his head.  Piedra, the Shale Spider that was his ever present companion, twittered loudly in warning.

He chuckled and spoke to the pair.  "What?  Don't you trust me brother?"

Rykan snorted, Piedra twittered.  "No, no I do not," he answered honestly.

He put a hand to his forehead dramatically, sighing with great offense.  "Oh Spirits Forefend!  When have I ever wronged thee?" he wailed piteously.

Rykan crossed his arms, staring him down.

"Ok fine, there was that one time I turned your fur pink, and the other time I turned it green, and then again when I turned it a sun-burnt orange."  He really was trying not to laugh, but the memory of poor Rykan's face flaming almost as red as his newly colored fur was too much and he broke down.

Rykan took a step into the room, fist raised and ready.

He put his hands up defensively.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said quickly.  "Really, I am."

His older sibling stepped back and adopted a leisurely pose again, arms crossed, cigar hanging from his lips.  He nodded toward the bucket on the floor.  "So, what is it this time?  And if you're going to dye me again, make it something I can live with would you?"

He sat up, relaxing now that he wasn't going to get punched and began stirring the gooey, and rather foul-smelling contents.  "As I said, this is not for you brother dear.  I...have found a new victim."

"Well, thank the Earth Mother!  Maybe I can finally stop sleeping with one eye open when you're around."

He laughed and shook his head.  "Oh, I wouldn't go that far...not yet anyway, but you're safe, for tonight."

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Later...somewhere in Silvermoon City.

It's easy enough to sneak around as Druid, even easier when it's the wee hours of the morning and no one is around anyway.  He could have just as easily walked right in, but it was more fun to creep through the shadows of the night to his latest victim's residence.

The plan was simple, too simple really...but it was perfect.  This particular victim was known for her stern, unflappable self and the thought of seeing her followed about for the next couple of days with a herd of small animals trailing her was just to priceless an opportunity to pass up!

He moved slowly through the streets and up the stairs to her quarters above the Murder Row Inn.  A quick pick of the lock on her door and he was in.  Carefully laying the tube of critter juice he'd brought along on the floor, he shifted back to his normal form and set to work...

She wasn't in, most likely out on some mission for the Reavers, but the stuff, the critter juice he'd commissioned would last a good while.  When she returned and put on the first piece of casual clothing, her body heat would activate the scent.  And until it wore off a few days later, she would be trailed by a small contingent of critters, from squirrel to rabbit, rat to cockroach, every one of them would think she was the next best thing to sliced honey bread!

He almost let loose with an evil cackle, but managed to check himself in time.  No use giving himself away...yet.  Soon though, soon all the Reavers would learn to beware!  Lord Talmai had already learned that lesson, though he'd have to be careful and not give himself away too quickly.  After all, giving the Green Ops a run for their money trying to find the person responsible for gluing all of the Syndicate Leaders shoes to the floor was going to be fun in and of itself.

For now though, he'd have to be satisfied with keeping that particular secret to himself...and watching Cairienn attempting to escape her new found friends!