words "Speech" Hela was on a patrol , a morning one more specifically. She felt quite well holding her new rank as it gave her a bit more of weight upon the pack's matters, and power was all to her. Born and raised to be a winner, she always worked hard to archive each of those goals she set her mind on. And should she seek help, her father's advice was always abaliavle for her, her father was her hero most of the time. After his departure from this reality, she has been using what he left in her, always taking advantage of others to climb in the diverse ranks in any given situation. And now in Ashen, she was doing so. Claiming ranks and with the wish of hold power, power she always seemed to obtain at any cost, with the exception of harming her family. And there upon the first rays of the day , she marched through the new terrain, fixing her cherry blossom colored eyes around. Her walk was confident and full of pride, head held high and expression of coldness. And like that she dark Klein walked.

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The young Klein spent much of her time in the shrine, though she’d never seen it before the moments her paws touched the soil and her eyes fell on the water she felt her father. Along with her new responsibilities in the pack Venom lingered here because of that supernatural connection. She hadn’t mentioned the feeling to anyone, but kept it to herself even as she patrolled during those early hours.

Venom’s sleeping schedule was much like her mothers. She slept a little during the night and quite a bit more with naps through the day. That very early morning she was awake, though, and didn’t miss the form of her aunt moving through the pale trees. ”Are you patrolling, Aunt Hela?” She asked curiously as her white gloved legs brought the tall girl to trot beside her.

words "Speech" Hela kept going with her patrolling, keeping her mind focused on this important task, a task that in her own terms was primarily for keeping their territory free from tresspasers or anything else that could be a threat for her kin. She could recall the first time she attempted to patrol in her life. Back in their homelands , in her youthful times she accompanied her father in his patrols, always doing her best to save what he always told her, tips and advices . Upon remembering him, a soft and true smile formed, this were they few moments when the Klein ever smiled with true intentions, most of the time it was fake or atleast with strangers. As she marched, a soft breeze pulled her black and ash hairs around. And soon, the familiar scent if one of her nieces came upon her nose. Upon turning her pink gaze, there she saw Venom. "Are you patrolling, Aunt Hela?” "I do dear" She answered smiling , looking at the child's eyes. "Want to join me?"

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Venom wished that she could patrol the borders with her father. His huge protective form beside her as she proudly showed him how far her training brought her. That vision had long been taken from her though and she regularly felt the sorrow of her missing father. Sirius was a decent substitute, he trained her well and helped look after her. However, the man was busy with his new pack, his own wife, and he just couldn’t focus enough attention on her to foster a father daughter relationship. Venom and her siblings had to grow and depend on their dad in their dreams.

She had many family members to hold her up though, including her aunt. Hela was quick to answer her, affirming her question about patrolling. ”I do.” She answered as her tall form shifted to walk beside her dark colored aunt. ”Aunt Hela, how long have you been training?” Venom asked curiously, knowing that she had been training to fight as long as she could remember. Did her aunt still train to this day?