NEW AGE ABRAXAS 2:23-30

Venom sharpened her claws on the rough tree bark of the oak in front of her. She was growing so much already, she could already see the progression of her height as she clawed at the bark daily her spot seemed to rise with her weeks of life. She left the tree with a smirk as she raced towards her father’s call. Her near twin and fellow quadruplet sat already. Neither sister seemed particularly pleased about another lesson, but Venom was unperturbed. She loved the thought of being a goddess. With head and tail held high the young pup toddled to her place. The Princess still hadn’t made up her mind about her half siblings and cousins, but at least they weren’t alone in sitting through their father’s sermons. They were puppies, and sitting still was hard work.