Mean Girls

Venom practiced her sigil in the soft rock beneath her sharp claws. The comforting image was carved lovingly into the rock wall above where she slept. Her most cherished pelts were laid out beneath the sigil and the young Klein Abraxas puppy felt closest to her father here. She’d done her best to etch in the sigils of her siblings and parents around her own larger one, but getting the designs from a couple of her siblings was difficult.

She sighed heavily as she placed a cats paw over her father’s sigil. dark ears fell to her skull as she felt his loss again. It never went away did it? She removed her paw and leaned forward to kiss the image before lifting herself to her paws and heading towards the entrance of the cavern. Maybe the sun would come out today. Her forked tongue flicked from her mouth as she lingered in the entrance and looked out over the twisting corridors of the rocks.