Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Venom pranced after her parents as they were taken on their first outing beyond Ashen’s borders. Her purple pink eyes were bright as she took in all the new sights, faces, and smells that seemed to waft from everywhere. Obviously in wonder the girl continued forward, gloved paws carrying her through the crowd. She flicked her forked tongue out of amusement as she followed her siblings towards a novel sight.

The wolf had wings. While she wasn’t completely stunned, she herself had an odd tongue and quills, Plague had spikes, Cala was growing antlers.. This one was definitely something. She lifted her head and listened as he told her aunt and sisters about himself. She would have to remember to ask her father about Celeste, and if he knew her. Venom herself was a goddess, they were learning all about it in father’s sermons.

”Venom Klein Abraxas.” the young princess told him as she lifted her head proudly and took her turn to ask questions. ”Why would your grandmother do something horrible like that? I’m glad no one tried to take my tongue.” The innocent flicked her mutated tongue towards the winged boy with a smirk.