you could haveit all, my empire of dirt

A song of power and true divinity filled Plague's monochromatic ears as he roamed the territory. Large and growing paws hit the earth with diligence as the phantom pivoted. Formerly the young Klein-Abraxas had been on his way to the Oasis to explore and maybe practice hunting. But, the call in question came from the Empress herself and breathed of summons. Urgency was evident in the howl which called for the tall pup to lope onward with haste. Steps were taken with a natural confidence but a very clear air of caution. He had been taught that it was not always smart to stomp around and make others aware of his location. Being in pack lands it would not matter much but practice was always welcomed.

It was not long before Plague set his eyes upon the sight of the flower crested Empress and his dear sister Pestilence. Emerald eyes flicked between the two as the silent boy moved to take his seat a few tail lengths to the right of his sibling but still in the front. Plague was not one to welcome the idea of being the center of attention due to his quiet and more curious nature. But, the easy confidence that flowed through his veins allowed him to sit with a raised head and a slight grin quite naturally. "Mother." Eyes moved towards his sister, "Pest." A sly nickname for the dear babe.