Omen

WIP

A cheerful menace who lives in the Rainsong Jungle, far from any other inhabitants. He's not lonely. He has plenty of friends in the form of snakes, frogs, and spiders that flock to him. He'd love to get one of those gorgeous song birds to perch on him, but there was a terrible accident one day involving Mr. Hissy and a parakeet. The birds now stay clustered in the high tree boughs out of his reach.

He lives in the hollowed out pit of a giant dead tree. His home is covered in cauldrons bubbling away, and ingredients for going in said cauldrons. In the rare times he has guests, usually his brothers, he serves up a hearty pile of mysterious alchemic....something. He claims it's more nutritious than the darting shrimp, and the colorful minnows one can get from the nearby river, more convenient too, but nobody is convinced. Charnel nods along, then dumps it out in some bushes when Omen is distracted. Contenting himself on the rations he brought for himself. Empyrean, bless his heart, actually eats the weird foaming slop Omen serves up out of politeness.

He's yet to get sick from it. Yet.

Charnel does not trust Omen's cookery for very good reasons. Since they were young they've had a bit of a rivalry between them. Charnel would break Omen's vials, and Omen would poison him. It was a mutual cold war. Only stopped when Empyrean hatched. Well. At least around impressionable eyes they stopped. But even then they found ways to get around that.

It is with a kind of predatory affection that Omen watches Charnel handling his things carelessly. So certain he's safe, because he didn't ingest anything. He never did pay attention to alchemic theory in their studies. Plenty of substances can be absorbed through the skin.

In a few weeks Charnel is going to be having one hell of a bad day.

It made him rifling through his stuff bearable. Next to him, Empyrean picks up a blood red ruby statuette of a pygmy goat, oohing and ahhing over the craftsmanship. He is touching many of the same things Charnel is, but he won't be taking ill later. Omen put a double strength dose of the antidote into his food pot. His baby brother shouldn't suffer for the sins of that pig.