The long path

Venom loped along beside Sirius, her gait matching his own despite the differences in their stride. He had less than a half foot on her, but her thin long legged frame couldn’t begin to match the weight the Warlord held. He had one thing right about the young warrior princess, it was that she did not love the world as her mother did. Venom didn’t crave adoration from her subjects, she wanted loyalty, trust, and maybe a hint of fear. What else was her forked tongue good for?

She cocked an ear in his direction as her mentor asked her if she’d spoken to her mother. ”No,” she knew that she should have, but maybe a bit of her self doubt was holding her back. Maybe it was something else. ”I haven’t spoken to her much since..” She sighed heavily as she contemplated her words. ”Hannibal.” She finished as she averted her gaze from Sirius.