Toxicity tried her best to keep to herself these days. She knew her opinions on her mother were dangerous considering she was still their alpha. Whenever Venom took over, maybe Toxicity would be able to make herself and her ideas known. For now she kept to what she did best- religious stuff. She was currently working on some honey pills, waiting for them to dry in the sun after she dusted them with root starches. She hoped to make a sticky sweet pill that would melt with the heat of a tongue which would work well for pups so they wouldn't be able to spit it out. For adults, it would simply be a tasty and easy way to take meds. Toxicity, however, thought it might be good bait for predators and that it could be made into- for lack of a better way to say it- a toxic treat.

She needed to make sure the little blobs would actually remain somewhat solid and ALSO make sure no one came by and ate the poison drops. Too bad Obi was out looking for Tempo and Toxicity avoided other pack members like the plague. no not like Plague, but like a plague.

Seven felt like he was adjusting well. Between cleaning the hearth and the main area they all lived in. Tending to Deathbelle's feet, he was itching to do some more! Feeding is what he did best but he was finding new skills in cleaning - becoming very crafty despite the fact that he had trouble talking. As he had thought though when Deathbelle first had told him how to adress her he went every night trying to train his vocal chords. He was rusty still but basic maybe a few words, he could handle that for the most part. The slave made his way towards a rather interesting smell today. Finding himself sniffing out some honey drops... something about the way they were placed told him that they weren't meant to be touched. Not to mention of the lady nearby. His ears perked suddenly and he fell into his usual submissive stance.

His tail tucked and he grinned at Toxtricity. He tried it, "H...hherro." no that wasn't quiet right. He was speaking out of turn! Seven lowered his head then, he never looked anyone in the eye anyway. Wagging the very tip of his tail, he looked at the drops curiously but awaited to see if punishment would follow. The scent flooding into his nose told him that this one was related to his master. Everone within the pack though to him was a master.

The orange tan male approached, Toxicity barely cast him a single glance. She was used to passing by others without a word. However, this mortal decided to come up to her and submit, letting out a weak greeting. Tox did a double take. Was he talking to her? She looked around and there didn't seem to be anyone else around. Maybe he didn't get the memo that she was the big bad heretic child the pack pretended didn't exist. "Hello to you, uh...?" She led her voice into a question. "Usually after hello, you give your name, don't you?"

She turned away then, not offering her name. She didn't start this interaction, after all. By his smell, Toxicity could tell he was a slave of some sort, but she wasn't sure who's slave he might be. He could be a spy for all she knew. "Do you... want something?"

Speak up, Speak up

Seven watched her intensly, tilting his head as she spoke. He'd seen masters exchange names, never slaves. Specially considering the fact that... he didn't have one. Now that Deathbelle owned him she had already told him she was mulling over a possible name for him. So the lady didn't give her name either - all was well to him. Names were only another unneccesary word for him. Master and slave - he was the slave they were the masters that's all that mattered. Yet he tried it, "No name yet." the words were spoken curtly and still a little rough his ragged voice sounded like he'd been breathing in smoke.

When she asked if he wanted something though... he wasn't sure. The concept of wanting? Well he wanted to serve he knew that desire, but he had never requested something of someone. No. "Y-yu... want?" he asked meekly. Oh no he was speaking out of bounds. Curse it, speaking was a burden all itself. He shrunk back and avoided eye contact waiting to see what his punishment would be.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN