Getting Crafty

The tension seemed to relax as the two sisters spoke to one another and rekindled their relationship carefully. Distance was good at making the heart grow fonder, hopefully that fact remained true between Venom and Pestilence with her plans to leave the pack. Maybe there was a little animosity in that regard. Venom felt like her sister was abandoning them. Would her loyalties shift to her new pack or would she feel the constant draw of Ashen’s call? Pesto was so different from her and their siblings, Venom knew she would never be able to predict or guess her sister’s emotions and actions. Mostly she tried not to embrace the feeling of betrayal that had crept in the day they’d fought with their half brother.

Pestilence had her own reasons, and she was just as affected by the results of the volcano as the rest of them. She hadn’t left yet though, so there had to be something in her sister that was still loyal to the Klein name and pack. Venom’s dark ears perked as her sister explained what she planned on making that day. Venom used her own paws in tandem with Poison’s almost opposable thumbs. She wanted it to look intimidating, but she also wanted it to be functional. She’d aim to fashion the huge wings down her neck with the skull resting on her forehead. She didn’t want to block her quills on her back most of all.

Her sister went on to ask about their newest siblings. Venom didn’t have a good relationship with their half brother, if there were no animosity there would be no relationship at all. The Princess didn’t enjoy him or his company so she kept her distance. The new ones were innocent though, and if she were admitting to herself they were almost cute. ”They’re sharp.” Venom warned as she picked up a paw to show off one of her little toes. There was an obvious scab. ”They bite.” She warned them both.

Recluse as well was making herself a pair of bracers, and Venom wondered if she should have thought harder about her armor. But no, half of her reasoning had been the imagery. She liked her cousin.. step sister’s… idea for her bracers. Her comment about the new Kleins focused on Hannibal. Venom had gotten to know her uncle, she wasn’t upset about his relationship with her mother, but she wasn’t completely comfortable either. One of three big lessons they had been given as young Abraxas had been to avoid making a family with those who shared your name, but it was hard to fault them too much when her Klein lineage put such a relationship on a pedestal. She just had more to correct when she became Empress.

Carefully Venom continued her headdress, Poison helped her to fit the piece as they reinforced the feathered skin and mounted the bird’s skull. ”I think Recluse has the right idea. Unless you can find an artifact.” She’d seen a few items from the technologically advanced civilization that had come before them. She didn’t need a latch, as her headdress came together it would fit perfectly over her head. Her vision wouldn’t be obstructed and her head and neck would be protected.

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