Late to the Party

Venom didn’t recognize the call but it sought after the name of Klein. She couldn’t deny her curiosity as white gloved paws struggled to bring herself from the ground. Her leg was still very broken, but she was able to move around a little more than when the injury had first happened. She had no doubt that Hattori would follow her even if he was keeping himself invisible. Knowing she had him to count on kept her stride confident despite the obvious injury she carried.

Head held high as she limped toward the border she knew that she would be leaving her guest waiting for longer than she intended, but likely as soon as he saw her he would understand the delay. Sunset gaze fell on his massive form, Venom was taller than he was but he outweighed her very obviously. His Klein heritage was near unmistakable as well. Other than that she didn’t recognize him at all.

”You’ve summoned the Empress Klein Abraxas,” she started and surprised herself as she took on Hattori’s habit of keeping his first name hidden. Venom held herself with pride and ignored her injury as she stood tall before him and waited for his reasoning.