Sigil Servant

*Pestilence* · 09-14-2019, 06:37 PM

Pestilence was happy when her sister sought her out - the days had been getting and harder and harder as the reality of her father's death hit her more forcefully. It was if every morning she woke up expecting him to still be here, and being broken down further each time he wasn't. Spending some time with her siblings might help her to get her mind off of the tragedy.

Her annoyance and frustration grew as all Tox wanted to talk about was her father's death. Her stupid sister was dead-set on using their sigils to summon his spirit and speak to him to get answers. Well, Pesto had all the answers she needed. Dad was dead, the volcano had taken him. The Abraxas' were to blame for his being on the volcano in the first place.

She didn't interrupt her sister's talking, but waited until she was finished speaking to say her piece. It was simple. "No." Pestilence responded, turning her head away from her sister. "It's all just made-up stories for kids, and you can't be a kid anymore when your dad is dead." Her voice wanted to break, and so instead she turned her tone venomous so the bite of it might overshadow the pain.

Pestilence's sigil wasn't even complete - though she wouldn't give that information to her sister. She'd been thinking so hard on it, even going as far as asking her mother for help but to no use. The pup was going to ask her father's help... but he died, and his religious nonsense was far from her priorities. It was like Sirius said - strength was what mattered, not blood or gods. The volcano was stronger then dad, and so it took him away from them. Her eyes began to water at the thought, and she sniffed hard to hold back the tears.

Word Count: 312

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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