One rolled off and bonked its head
venom, cala, plague
11-05-2020, 08:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2020, 08:52 AM by Plague.)
At the call that rang out from his sister for their siblings to gather, Plague abandoned the training he was doing to go to join his sisters. Even though he had reintegrated himself into the pack after his lengthy time of training, he knew his work wasn't done if he wanted to make himself the most useful he could to their cause. He was still familiarizing himself with where he stood with his siblings and knew that it was going to take time and effort to rebuild his place among them, but he was determined to put in the work and at least show up for them when he was needed. He hurried to the structure that had been taking shape, slowing as he reached the entrance and slipping inside shortly behind Venom. His ear flicked at the scent of blood and noticed Pestilence's scent lingering in the mix, but his expression wouldn't change from its usual calm, focused state. His gaze flicked from Toxicity to Calamity to Venom and back again as he settled next to Venom, waiting patiently to hear what it was that was going on and what had happened. |
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