Venom continued with her own little sketches, wondering if today would be the moment she finally reshaped her own sigil. She listened to Toxicity speak as she doodled, her sister had spent their entire lives to make it to this point. She was the authority on their religion now, though Obi was still right there beside her. Venom’s focus had always lay in the physical world. She felt like her destiny had been to take over the pack after Deathbelle’s fall. She had her studies, but her devotion to the spiritual took a back seat to her duties as heir.

Now her priorities were not much different, but she had the additional blessing of her own children. They were the highlight of her life, and she knew they deserved to be represented on her sigil. ”A lot can change between now and when you’ve reached adulthood.” Venom added when Tox went silent. ”There is a whole world against you, but there’s nothing like having the support of those you’re closest to.” Venom spared a quick glance up to Plague and Toxicity before she turned her attention back to her paws. She finished one more line to reveal her own reworked sigil. A sign that looked much like the sun, with many rays radiating from the center. Within was a symbol she learned from Hattori: yin and yang. It symbolized herself and Hattori, holding the pack that surrounded them together.

She wasn’t certain if this was the one either. Venom wiped the image from the dirt and looked up to see where her children had gotten in their own creations.

Ike perked and listened as her aunt Toxicity went on, as the tiny child worked so did her imagination. Tox explained her reasoning behind her own sigil and the princess took the words to account. What did she want to represent on her sigil? Her family was the most important, her four siblings and mom and dad. As well as the two men she called teacher, Plague, who she looked up to brightly as she worked, curious to see him doing the same as the pups were. She wouldn’t stop thinking about his sigil for a while. The other teacher was Sirius, he’d been there nearly as long as she could remember. Training her and her siblings to be great warriors like him, their momma, and father.

She drew two mirrored ‘s’ like shapes in a circle, and very carefully drew four similar lines connecting the two in the middle. She added a clover like symbol in the middle before moving to the outer edges and adding in two smaller squiggle shapes. Kiyohime sat back and inspected her work, putting paw to chin as she debated if this was her final version or not. ”Hmm…” She mumbled to herself, too bashful to speak up first and uncertain if she was content with her work.

Plague glanced up at Venom as she settled beside him and began to sketch out her own sigil as well and he abandoned his task for a moment to watch her. He wanted to find joy in this, he wanted to be able to enjoy this activity with his family. It was a common ground for them and had been since they were old enough to understand it. There was just too many "what ifs" and dark possibilities clouding his view of it all. He was still very careful to keep a neutral expression or perhaps a soft smile as he sat through the remainder of Toxicity's lesson, his emerald gaze shifting to look at the sigils she drew for herself and their father before looking down at the mostly incomplete circle in front of him.

He swept it away once more, drawing a fresh circle that was empty once more. He stared at it for a while longer before he finally began to sketch in something. He wasn't sure what exactly felt right, it more just felt as if he had to put something down into being just to get it off of his chest and to say that he participated. He drew the only thing that came to mind. A small point coming out of the center of the bottom of the circle, two graceful, curving lines leading away from it, up to the edge of the circle on either side. He stared at the still mostly empty circle again for a little while and realized suddenly that he had only drawn the markings that adorned Void's face - the pointed mark on the bridge of his nose and the two handsome markings that accented his stunning gaze.

Plague's ears flicked and he brushed away his would-be sigil again, abandoning the project all together. Instead he looked up to examine the ones that the pups had drawn, settling gratefully into the role of supportive uncle as he gave each of them smiles and appreciative nods instead of considering his own short comings.

Plague | Viridis | Procella

The boy could hear the soft chatter of the other children around him, but he was laser focused on his task. The more he worked, the more he found himself repeating certain shapes. He worked quietly, erasing and redesigning the lines that chased each other across the circles in the dirt. Sharp, straight lines formed a horizontal hourglass shape stretching across the middle. Between the two bottom points, an unfilled dot. Yes, the strong, pure support of God, perhaps? He liked the sound of that. A filled dot to mirror the first, between the top points of the hourglass. His mother, leading him along his path as he grew. He wanted to represent her in some way- she was all he knew. To the left of the filled dot he added another, and glanced over at his softly glowing sister. They shared a strange bond, but he found the softest parts of himself wanting to tie that bond to his soul. It felt unfinished. Simplistic, and asymmetrical. The sharp, arcing lines of his family crest drew his attention from where his mother had traced them into the dirt at her feet. He felt that pull again, those family ties. He carefully traced the downward curve, and the rebounding arc crossed above the mid-point of his hourglass until it touched the farthest end of the circle. Finally, he crossed over the shortest part of the family crest with two little lines. Those were just for fun. They looked neat. He had caught his mother's speech only in the sense that he was aware that she had been talking. Part of him felt guilty for not paying the utmost attention, but he couldn't bring himself to drown out the delight that came with the finished sigil at his paws. Two-toned gaze traced over the linework reverently, over and over. It was perfect. He then set about the delicate work of arranging the polished ball of dirt between his forepaws, and the sharpened end of the stick pointing straight out of his mouth. Oh so carefully, he repeated the sharp linework of his sigil on the new medium. He wondered if he was finished too early, or perhaps he wasn't putting enough thought into the task, if he was already finishing up. It was too late now, he had finished the carving. A soft exhale through his dark nostrils cleared away the debitage, and he found himself face to face with the finished product. It was perfect. Cradling the orb between his mismatched paws, he suddenly found it too precious to relinquish just yet. Perhaps he would hold onto it, and watch the other children work for now. He wasn't sure he was ready to move onto the next step, and strengthen the bond with God he had only just begun to forge. What if God didn't approve? What if his mother thought he was too hasty in his design? Tucking the orb close to his chest, he glanced furtively about, trying to get a better view of what his sisters were creating. Perhaps they had better ideas. Attention drifting to the work of his cousins and siblings, he took some small measure of comfort in having made something. Whether it was good, bad, or merely mediocre, he had forged a sigil from his heart. ooc. I do have an actual design, but I'm using the work computer and so the actual sigil will come with the next post or something lmao "speech" BURN BRIGHT LIKE THE MIDNIGHT SUN

Ikigai thought and thought. She stared hard at the ball that sat on the ground between her paws. More than once she glanced around at the others as they drew. They seemed to know exactly what to draw on their orb. She had no idea. Laying her head down upon one bent paw, the small, snow white child continued to consider what she could draw. What spoke to her? What did she like? How did you draw something that meant learning? What was important to her? Family, of course. She loved her family. Iki really liked staring at the moon. Hmm... Using one claw, the girl began sketching in the dirt. She started with a line, then drew a half circle atop it. The moon. To the right side, she drew a leafless, branching tree. All one being but different branches signifying different paths. Well... She didn't necessarily like it, but it would have to do. Maybe she'd be able to figure it out when she was older. "Okiku Ikigai"

The girl gave her sketch one more look over before picking up her stick and transferring the design. She wasn't sure she was ready to talk about the meaning of it with the rest of her family, she wasn't even entirely sure what it did mean, just that it felt right. Once the sigil had been transferred to her satisfaction she took the orb to Obi and watched with interest as he applied the soot to stain it just has her mother had said he would, and she tried to nit wrinkle her nose as the ashes were sprinkled over her fur. It made her flanks ripple, like a blast of cold had swept down her spine, but it was done now. She smiled, taking her now very special rock with her back to her seat, very pleased with herself. There was still room for her sigil to grow, just as she still had much growing to do.

"speech".

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Tox watched as the group took on the task of making their sigils. They all seemed to be taking it more or less seriously, and for that, Toxicity was proud. She enjoyed watching as their minds churned and they strived to find and make that spiritual bond with their living, mortal selves. She hoped this would give them a physical representation to lean on when they felt disconnected or worried. After some time had passed, and the drawing slowed, Tox cleared her throat, "This is all for today. Do not feel distraught if you can not come up with something just yet. You can always come talk to me or Obi and we'll be happy to assist." ""

No due date! Post if you like! DM me if you want/need help making a sigil for your siggy!

Kitsune sat quietly in her own space. Ike and Iki had already huddled together and were comparing notes. She glanced at the two girls, trying to make out what they were drawing from here, but she couldn’t really tell.

He attention drifted over the gathering wolves. Just as she was noticing her red-marked brother was absent, he appeared. Take, like her, had been late. She wondered if he had a better reason then she did. She wiggled her tail at him with a smile, but his attention was on his Auntie and their mother, before he settled in at Venom’s side.

Kit sighed softly, and glanced at her paws, before back up at Toxicity, trying to pay attention to what her Auntie was telling her.

What did Kitsune like? Kitsune liked foxes, and fire, and ice. She liked running, and the feeling of freedom in her paws. How would she put any of that into picture? Artistic, she was not. She stared glumpy at her paws again, feeling restless without her siblings at her side.

"Speech"