ardent

You made this? I made this.

Tyrian



Pestilence

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
159
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
319
player

All Oozed OutThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1BeeventBronze Medal 2020Critical Fail!
1KValentines 2020VolcanoTreat 2019
02-24-2021, 02:56 PM


Pestilence did not like the way Tyrian jumped on the Abraxas named and grimaced, gritting her teeth. "I am a Klein." She clarified. "I turned my back on that as a child, and later they sought to take the name from me. Jokes on them, I don't want it. I could have done without the attempted murder but, well, my family are nut jobs. They tried to kill me - they think I'm dead now - and, long story short, I'm not an Abraxas anymore and I'll never be again."

Pesto sighed, kicking her paw out at the dirt and sparing a glance towards the child. This infant could jeopardize her standing with Fireside, perhaps she was stupid to agree to take it in. "My sister sought to kill her daughter, Tyrian. The child was to be culled. As far as Toxicity is concerned, the child is dead. Ashen's leadership believe in Abraxas but they're not.. fanatics, not like Toxicity, the mother. She's such a slave to the bullshit that if she's condemned this child to death that she'd never in her lifetime lay her claim upon her again. Nobody will ever know, not unless we tell them." Pesto of course never intended to reveal that information, and she knew Obi would never dare either. Deciding to rescue the child would put the monkey in a terrible spot with Toxicity, and Pesto would not put it past her sister to cull their old friend as punishment either.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."