passing down knowledge

She could see his turquoise eyes flash as her tongue slipped past her pink lips. The young princess had gotten many reactions from the appearance of her tongue, but fascination was her favorite. The boy was still very young, and he admitted to not knowing much about fighting yet. She remembered her first few lessons with his father, he had instilled in her early a love for the dance of battle. Learning helped her to cope with the loss of her father, so fighting would forever be close to her heart.

The boy didn’t put up any fight in learning to fight. He seemed eager and ready and everything abou thim told her he wanted to learn. She wasn’t good at play, but learning she was all about. ”I think I’ll teach you a little bit about fighting someone with blessings.” Venom flicked her tongue at him again and unsheathed her claws at the same time her hackles raised over her shoulders and the sharp quills long her back would become much more apparent.

Venom came from two strong parents. Deathbelle, a master fighter in her own right and a titan among wolves descended from a god. She didn’t have to pick which was stronger, because they were both impressive. Venom was proud to be descended from the both of them.