NEW AGE ABRAXAS 3:15-20

Plague would have been on time for this meeting, but as with last time the growing spikes caused him to itch ferociously and he was forced to stop and scratch several times before he actually made it to the gathering. His sisters had already made it, and two of the half-siblings had as well. He huffed his frustration at being one of the last to show up but said nothing. Noting that the others were clustered around their father, Plague sulked to the back to sit opposite Lilybet, and more behind Pest and Cal. The pale boy tried to not stand out, though for him that was difficult. "Hey, Pest, Cal, you wanna go play after this? We can make up potions or something..." He trailed off as he was forced to scratch his neck, Plague's spikes were coming in rather nicely. "Maybe find a cure for this itch!" They had already grown to be an inch long, but the growth came with a price, and man...it was itchy!