Bring Out Yer Dead

Venom couldn’t slow down, adrenaline continued to race in her veins as her contact with Sirius Ached. She managed to stay out of his way during their battle, she was more agile but in the end it hadn’t helped her any. She’d gotten too excited in the end and the Warlord had grabbed hold of her and ended the battle swiftly. Venom kicked herself hard for losing. She tried to keep her head high, Sirius was an intense warrior, her chances of winning had been slim to begin with. Venom knew she would have to train harder, she couldn’t allow herself to lose like this.

She limped slightly on her front left leg from where Sirius had grabbed her, she wasn’t bleeding anywhere and her biggest wound was to her ego. Venom sighed softly to relieve the stress in her libs as she made her way to the healer’s den. A couple of the kids were hanging out and her mother was also there to greet her. Even though she’d lost she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen such an expression on Deathbelle’s features, and it was all pride.

”I’m not bleeding.” She said easy enough, but where Seer had grabbed her throat she felt a bit of bruising. ”Just bruised.” She thought at least, the last thing Venom was, was a healer.