A Thought on Packs

Toxicity sat outside practicing carving her sigil into the ground with a stick. So this was a mark that they could use to represent themselves, huh? Archon had said it was okay if they changed it a little later, but Tox wanted to perfect it now. He said that only the Abraxas got one, but that their mom had helped him add to his since she was just as much a part of him as his blood. Toxicity didn't really get that, especially since he said that their mother was a mortal, but he said that he would explain that in their next sermon. She was kind of excited to learn more about the world around them.

In this pack, there were the Abraxas and the Kleins. Her mother was the empress of the Kleins and then her uncle was the heir or something. But not her mother's heir. He was supposed to be emperor, but Deathbelle had beaten him to it. Then their dad was an Abraxas. And he said there were a lot of Abraxas in the world, but that he came to spread the Abraxas here. They were the spread, Toxicity and her siblings. From what she understood, all the Abraxas kids in the pack were meant to spread the Abraxas name, but Toxicity didn't know how yet. Her father said that was part of the third sermon he would give this season.

It was a lot to think about, but Toxicity wanted to know it all right now. She didn't want to ask her parents more and more because she thought it was annoying. Obi was always open to answer questions and their dad had told them that Obi knows second best about the Abraxas things, but that all Klein questions would have to go to their mother or Hannibal. Still, she felt as if she was annoying them with all her questioning. Besides, she liked to ask a question, get a thorough answer, then think for a while rather than asking several questions in succession. Sometimes she couldn't help herself, though. Knowledge was just as good as food, Toxicity thought. She had been hungry and she felt like that want for food was similar for when she wanted to know things except she never got full from knowing more things yet. Tox wondered how many things she'd have to know before her brain was full like her belly.

Toxicity's stick broke and she let out a soft sigh before going to grab another one. There was still so much to learn, so much to perfect... She wondered how she would ever get to know it all.

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