Liars go to Hell

Toxicity continued and continued, driving her sharp cruel words into Pestilence with every breath. She wanted to argue back - to insist that she wasn't trying to get kicked out she was trying to run away. To show her sister how very wrong she was, to insist she had her mother's love no matter what. More and more her hatred and pain grew and she was unable to hold it back from spilling over from her eyes. "She does! She smiles at me!" Pesto yelled back through the tears, telling herself that the pitiful response was because she wasn't stooping to Tox's level rather then because the hurt had become too much to articulate through.

Toxicity's words only confirmed further to her that her sibling was not a Klein. She used words like 'your family', and Pestilence could only agree that yes, it was her family. Toxicity could keep her bullshit lies and prayer and faith, Pestilence would grow with the Kleins and one day destroy everything she and her polluted bloodline ever loved. "Lucretia and her disgusting coupling with that slave are as irrelevant to the Klein line as you and your bloodline is!" She couldn't defend the wolfdog pups, in this Pestilence agreed with Toxicity. Lucretia had spoiled their bloodline the same as Archon had, but possibly even worse. It was easier to ignore her in the equation, to look to the real Kleins for guidance.

She went to continue, to snap back at Toxicity's lies about her mother. If Deathbelle were going to do a ritual to see Archon, it would be to placate her children. Possibly to confirm finally that this Abraxas nonsense was a lie after all. There was no doubt in her mind. And then Toxicity continued, her words of adoption cutting into Pesto's core. The pup saw red, and then lunged for her sister's throat.

Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Toxicity Klein - Abraxas for Minor Maim (scarring of face)
Round 1/?
Age: Under 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer
Specialty: N/A