venomtine's day

They raced through the undergrowth, the taller form of Venom easily keeping up with him. She asked where they were going, as though he had any inkling of forethought and planning. Actually, as Venom said it, Mort realised he knew exactly where he was going. He hadn’t moved with intent, but somehow he had been going that way anyway.

He lead the snake-girl to the border of Tall Grass Plains and Sea’s Plains, moving close to the borders of Weeping Woods. There, tucked nonchalantly in a corner was a big weeping tree that grew right on the Armada side of where the lines converged. It’s big trunk was bent, swooping out over the line into Weeping Woods without actually touching the ground, and for a pup with feline like claws, it was easy to scramble up the trunk, and duck into the branches and leaves over the rogue territory. Here, she could see the flattened big space where many branches criss-crossed, creating a stable area to stand and sit in. tecniqually, in a puppy's mind, this was Armada territory. That’s where the tree was growing, so that made it so, right?

He settled in and turned to Venom. “Shhh, this is my secret spot, don’t tell, okay?” he said, trusting Venom with this secret.