coffee at midnight

Plague could feel his sibling's confidence in the air. The flick of her forked tongue and the literal venom that leaked from her words. She reminded him of a true Snake, maybe a King Cobra. He could see his sister obtaining the crown and melding it into her own one day. A crown of bones atop her pristine monochromatic cranium. But, the vivid scenery of the gloomy future was only of his imagination. As of now they were mere pups with more pressing matters at paw. Training, learning, and achieving. Plague wouldn't allow himself to get swallowed up by the hunger for power that seemingly weaved through the Abraxas-Klein veins. "I will believe it when I see it, Venom."

The sudden shift of subjects caught the large boy off guard but did not come as a complete surprise. It was true that their mother and uncle had been awfully close with one another as of late. Belle's den had Hannibal's scent painted all over it. He wasn't dull enough to believe that they had been having pack related discussions all hours of the day and night. "Mother enjoys a warm den." Plague's nose wrinkled slightly as he looked to his own sibling. "I care not of their relations as long as he does not do her wrong."

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