Getting Crafty
04-17-2020, 07:57 PM
Pestilence had a lot to think about, she knew she was free to leave Ashen whenever she wished now that she was a yearling but still found it hard to make the decision and abandon her family. While the relationships she'd built were not exactly the strongest, it didn't change the fact that she wanted them safe and secure. Even the Abraxas-blooded members of her family still were Kleins too, and it was for that half of their name that she would resist whatever negative feelings she had towards them. Pesto was growing up, or at least trying to.
When Venom snuck out a part of her wanted to let her go, though once she crossed the border Pestilence felt duty bound to follow. She called quickly to her monkey, Pasketti - who had in his arms a bundle of supplies that were to be used for her next crafting session - and commanded he come along. He followed obediently, though much slower then he could have seeing as he had nowhere to put down the things they'd spent so long collecting. Pestilence had her new claw covers on and her viper coiled around her neck, and when she stalked Venom out past the Ashen borders she was ready to defend her sister from any harm.
It wasn't until Venom settled down in Fern Gulley that Pestilence allowed herself to be seen. There were no obvious threats around, but that didn't mean the crown princess was exactly safe. She seemed awfully distracted by whatever she was working on, and a distracted wolf could be a dead wolf. Silently Pestilence gestured with her head to have the monkey set down the supplies and approached her sister. "You should be more careful, it's not safe out here." She told her, coming up alongside to see what it was she was doing. "What's so important that you can't do it safe at Ashen?" The yearling huffed, scanning the area again to ensure none of those bears that she'd seen so often could be nearby.
With that Pestilence lay down beside the pile of supplies, shaking her head and turning to address the monkey. "We'll do it out here, that way Venom won't be alone." At her word, Pasketti unrolled the hide he'd placed down and began to sort through the various items brought for crafting. Pestilence was planning on crafting bracers. She'd fought enough with Sirius to know about his hidden blade, she'd had her legs sweeped out from under her more than once. They'd spent many hours harvesting the hollow porcupine quills and tanning the hides, and her intention was to embed the sharp quills into the leather at an angle so that if another wolf tried to sweep her legs out from under her, that it'd get a shocking surprise.
TOTAL WORD COUNT: 872/3500 (3 wolves)
When Venom snuck out a part of her wanted to let her go, though once she crossed the border Pestilence felt duty bound to follow. She called quickly to her monkey, Pasketti - who had in his arms a bundle of supplies that were to be used for her next crafting session - and commanded he come along. He followed obediently, though much slower then he could have seeing as he had nowhere to put down the things they'd spent so long collecting. Pestilence had her new claw covers on and her viper coiled around her neck, and when she stalked Venom out past the Ashen borders she was ready to defend her sister from any harm.
It wasn't until Venom settled down in Fern Gulley that Pestilence allowed herself to be seen. There were no obvious threats around, but that didn't mean the crown princess was exactly safe. She seemed awfully distracted by whatever she was working on, and a distracted wolf could be a dead wolf. Silently Pestilence gestured with her head to have the monkey set down the supplies and approached her sister. "You should be more careful, it's not safe out here." She told her, coming up alongside to see what it was she was doing. "What's so important that you can't do it safe at Ashen?" The yearling huffed, scanning the area again to ensure none of those bears that she'd seen so often could be nearby.
With that Pestilence lay down beside the pile of supplies, shaking her head and turning to address the monkey. "We'll do it out here, that way Venom won't be alone." At her word, Pasketti unrolled the hide he'd placed down and began to sort through the various items brought for crafting. Pestilence was planning on crafting bracers. She'd fought enough with Sirius to know about his hidden blade, she'd had her legs sweeped out from under her more than once. They'd spent many hours harvesting the hollow porcupine quills and tanning the hides, and her intention was to embed the sharp quills into the leather at an angle so that if another wolf tried to sweep her legs out from under her, that it'd get a shocking surprise.
TOTAL WORD COUNT: 872/3500 (3 wolves)
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