Spite and Venom

After the raid, Pestilence had attacked her. God had given Toxicity the strength to fend her off- a magnificent victory for their farewell. She truly hoped Pestilence's time outside of the pack would be fruitless and miserable and that she could come crawling back to one day be converted into the tool of God she was meant to be. Of course, perhaps her function had been to do nothing more than to motivate Toxicity to become the Enforcer of God she was meant to be. After she had tended to her wounds and rested a bit, she sought out Venom- the two had much to discuss.

Toxicity had avoided their mother since she had announced her cursed whelps. She made no attempt to contact her or her pups. She came to the understanding that Hannibal was once again missing. Toxicity took it as a blessing, he deserved to be lost and wandering without direction and Deathbelle deserved every bit of loneliness that sank into her core. Toxicity was bitter and the fact that her mother made no effort to speak to her either just proved how much she had turned her back on her previous litter. She was not repentant. She had fallen.

As Tox came towards where her sister's scent was the strongest, she called out, "Venom? Are you here?"