the stake that sticks out gets hammered down

Toxicity walked alongside the pack, realizing that even through her rank, she knew very few of them and that her desires were that it was to remain that way. Still, she couldn't help but feeling like she should be working harder. This was a pack of heathens. Where were the sweet words about Abraxas that Venom had once spoken to her? Had all that changed? Plague with his husband, not even asking Venom to play any part in the ceremony. It was as if even her own siblings forgot that from which they came.

Worse, however, would be the pack they were to face. As they gathered around, eager to fight, Toxicity pointed her words towards her sister, but loud enough that the pack could hear- it was her rank right after all.

"God will bless us on this day, even in this foreign pack."