Spite and Venom

After getting her ass handed to her in the raid Venom was slowly recovering her self confidence. Her talk with her mentor Sirius had helped see her through her struggles and taking on the young Azure as an apprentice furthered her drive. Though she’d struggled through her loss Venom felt stronger on the other side. She felt much more prepared to take up her birthright. Eventually. Now that she had been through so much she wasn’t as sure about the timeline. She felt the switch was close, but was it really? Had Deathbelle decided on when she would give up her lofty title?

Venom sighed as she peered into the magical waters of the shrine, her thoughts heavily on her father. If he was still alive how different would her life be? How much more training could she have received from him? Would she rely as heavily as she did on her mentor and father figure Sirius? She knew that her younger siblings would certainly not exist. Maybe Pestilence would have stayed and pledged her loyalty to her instead of some no name pack. Maybe she would be closer to Calamity who was so distant from her these days.

Toxicity’s voice disturbed her from her thoughts as they shifted to her scarred sister. Purple pink eyes lifted from the water and she flicked her tongue expectedly as she found her sibling’s slightly larger form. Where Venom took after her mother’s thin delicate features Toxicity more resembled Archon’s powerful form. Tox didn’t see her in the shadow of the white trees, ”Here, Tox.” She offered softly, despite the tone there was more strength in it than the last time they spoke.