One rolled off and bonked its head
venom, cala, plague
11-30-2020, 05:54 PM
Plague gave a small nod to Obi as the spread was laid out dutifully in front of each of them, though he barely paid attention to the food that was provided. His attention was fully locked onto Toxicity as she began to describe the events that had taken place. His brows pulled together slightly at the mention of the fact that Pestilence had attacked her during the pilgrimage to the volcano, a tightening of his jaw the only other real sign of his emotions breaking past his otherwise firm expression. A flick of his ear joined the subtle reactions when he heard of the fate that had claimed Pestilence in the end. As difficult as it was to separate the fact that she was their sister from the difficult situation she had put them in he knew that something had to be done. Whether it was the right thing to do... he wasn't entirely sure. They were all just trying to find their path in this life that had been left for them, were they not? His emerald gaze shifted to Venom as she responded, her obvious concern at the situation visible in the rise of the quills on her back. Even though she kept her tone even keeled, he could see that she worried about what this would mean for them in the future and his dedication to supporting Venom as their Empress forced him to lean his support and opinion toward Venom. In the larger picture of their souls and lives as pieces of this family perhaps Toxicity and Calamity were in the right - but Venom had the whole of the pack to think about as well. The idea of conversing with their father, while appealing, was the last thing on his mind at the moment. With the attention returned to Toxicity again, he lifted his gaze from Venom back to their sister again as he waited to see what her response would be before he spoke his piece. At least from what he could gather thus far he didn't see a clean solution to any of this, but he was interested to see what Toxicity would think the appropriate response would be. |