dark devotion

Toxicity continued her work silently. She was not unused to silence, nor being alone, however when others came to visit her it was usually because they had something pointed to speak about. Toxicity wasn't used to pleasantries, small talk, or other just being in her space. Her space was, for most purposes, a silent testament to God. Her words were his words and words of his worship. The others in the pack wasted their time with their day to day tasks while Toxicity was planning for the afterlife.

The man spoke up, nearly causing Tox to jump at his sudden voice. Not that it wasn't allowed, he had just, until this point been unspoken unless spoken to. Toxicity blinked, then offered him a short curtsey, "I'm Toxicity Abraxas, Daimyo of Ashen. I do not mind your silence, it is just... rare that others come here offering a paw instead of seeking my word." Toxicity cast her glance away for a moment, "It's... a welcome disturbance." Toxicity wouldn't get into politics right away with this stranger, but he was already showing a great deal more useful than the others around. "It's ok to just work," she said attending back to her duties, "but don't hesitate to speak up if you're of need."