or the house burns down

Pads kissed the moist earth with elegant silence as the Klein-Abaraxas beast slithered through the pale trees. With calculated steps and utterly calm breaths male was a phantom in the midst of the forest. Sharp green eyes took in their surroundings as the male sprinted. Wind weaved through jostled alabaster fur. Plague was merely enduring his routine run through the territory after his early evening patrol of their borders. It was no secret the yearling had some sort of athletics addiction. Pushing his body to it's limit on a daily basis was how he got through it all. The demons deep within his riddled mind were silenced by the ache of his muscles.

On this particular evening Plague was feeling rather good. He had decided it was time for a proper bonding session with his dear sister, if she obliged. But, he did not want to sit around and gossip. Therefore Plague found himself slowing his strides in a clearing near the glowing shrine and tossing his head into the air to call for Venom. Hopefully if she was up for it the two could partake in a bit of a spar.