Mean Girls

It seemed the tall girl was indeed intimidated by the smaller pup, Venom’s confidence in herself was leagues higher than the broken Destruction’s. The Klein Princess wore a crooked smirk as she advanced further and the yearling sunk further to the ground. This was turning into a fun game. Her brows narrowed and she lifted her head high above her shoulders. Motif was so unsure of herself.. what could Venom get away with.

Venom edged closer to Motif’s dark form, her forked tongue flicking in amusement. She pushed her hackles up and the quills on her back followed. She’d make herself look bigger as she spoke. ”Roll over and let me see your belly.” Was this what weakness looked like? ”Slave.” The puppy sneered as she aimed to stand above the yearling girl. She added a growl for good measure, this was fun!