so unreal

Venom was picking up the habit of her mother and every now and then she’d make a patrol over the Armada’s lands. She was allowed a change of scenery but her scent would also be mixed with that of her mentor and the pack the warlord ruled over. The girl had a lot on her mind, when and how she would take her place as Empress were at the forefront. Deathbelle and Sirius both told her how proud they were of her attempts in the raid, she was still sore about her loss though.

Those thoughts grater on her as white gloved paws carried her over the well worn path that marked the boundaries along with the scent markers. Here dual toned tail wagged lightly over her back and hips as she carried herself with all the pride that her rank demanded. Inwardly she doubted herself, but her support system was growing. Venom was finding support in her closest allies. She needed more of them though, especially with how quiet her family had been, she needed to weed out those who would not be loyal to her.