Hail to the Queen

Circe spoke briefly of similar views of the future, their pups would be close in age and blood, a great opportunity to forge strong bonds. Deathbelle wasn’t about to leave Archon’s sister, pregnant with her brother’s puppies, out in the cold. The Empress listened intently as Circe offered her skills, a light brow perked at the words. She reminded her a bit like her own sister. The ivory splattered Klein paused to contemplate Circe’s skills and what she might deem a worthy position.

”Would you take up the role of Priestess?” She started curiously, it was a rank she hadn’t completely fleshed out yet. ”If the supernatural interests you, maybe you would enjoy working with my sister, Pandora. You would be allowed to practice your healing and hunting as often as you see fit.” The rank allowed for much flexibility, something she imagined a former band member might be able to appreciate.