"It's quite a story, but to put it simply...", Inferus says, showing her his left forehoof, it was burnt & scared flesh, with barely any fur
"Yeah...", Inferus replied quietly, putting way his crossbow, turning around, then making new sleep darts
Sever sat, and rested her head on her hooves. "How long ago was that?" she asked softly, blowing her mane out of her face.
"I was an orphan till I discovered medicine. I started with crime when the medicinal gig wasn't enough. Then somehow The Pheonix came to me. Not all that much to report honestly..." She shruged and blinked for a second. "What about you?"
"I was born back in the hive. The other changelings would torment me for being weak and small. I had enough so I ran away and started a gang." Domri replied, sighing.
She paused and then told her story. Sever was born in Prance. Her family was not wealthy, and one day, when Sever was 5, she was sold off into child slavery. In order to stop ponies from making her steal, or lie for them, she learned to persuade them. It was then she got her cutie mark. She kept in the miserable business, though, until one day, when she was 15, she was granted an opportunity to visit her family. She hurried home, expecting a house much like the one she had left behind. But no. A mansion stood in it's place. Her family was wealthy, money pouring out the windows. She had worked 10 years of her life away, when it was only for the greed of her family. Hurt, and angry, Sever left, and never returned. She's been on her own ever since.
"Seems like we have the best bad pasts." Avarice laughs slightly. She looks down at the necklace and smiles. "This thing you stole. I feel like I've seen it before, but that can't be true, otherwise... well, I've never had blue on my horn." She shrugs and cuddles up against Domri. "You may have been weak and small, but look at you now. An infamous criminal who can break a system in 10 seconds flat. And you have a beautiful mare on your arm. What more could you ask for?"
"Thanks. You're all I need, Ava. Besides love. And sugar." Domri said, smiling. He snatched a bag of sugar off of a cart and opened the bag. "...Speak of Discord..." He mumbled.
"What? I don't count as love? I'm a bit hurt." She grabs the bag and pours some into her mouth before handing it back. "Oof. Do you not have taste buds? I could not handle nothing but that..."
