bury the light

”Lucky number thirteen.” She mumbled quietly as he answered, giving him another glance as the light bathed their forms. Obviously each one had a varied amount of time with him at their call. How many more might he have after her? How many might even work against her? Venom banished the thought, already wondering for how long she might keep him ‘employed.’

His question delved deeper as well, but it was more complicated than he might have expected. This would be the first question with a potential for further conversation. She continued along silently for a moment, dual toned tail swaying at her hips as white gloved paws pulled her forward. ”For the most part.” She told him, but this time her gaze continued straight ahead instead of looking back at him. ”I was my mother’s heir, when she became unable to rule I took the throne myself. The transition was a bit of a surprise to her.” There had been no fighting or great argument like she had been expecting. Perhaps Sirius really had taken the fight right out of her. At their meeting and when he’d caused her to run away from Ashen.

”How did you sustain your injuries?” She asked, sure that he would answer her just as honestly as he had up to this point. Venom was beginning to truly feel him out now, but he was welcome to do the same with her. That was the game after all.