like two cats in a bag
venom
09-26-2021, 02:13 PM
From a distance Tyrian had mistaken the figure walking towards him for Pestilence. It wasn't until the markings on her face jumped into focus that he realized he was looking at a stranger, albeit a familiar one. Her familiarity nagged at him until she spoke and he caught a glimpse of a forked tongue. Naturally when the raid was over that fateful day all his nephew Jupiter wanted to talk about (out of earshot of his wife, of course) was what he would have given to experienced that tongue again. With that thought seared into his brain how could Tyrian have forgotten who the tongue belonged to? As far as he could recall he'd never spoken to Pestilence's heretical (or was Pestilence the heretic? He couldn't remember but eh, details) sister, but after some thought her name came to mind. Venom. Abraxas? Klein? Whatever. Venom, Ashen's reigning monarch and That Lady Over There. "Hello," he said back, his tone relaxed. Fireside might have raided Ashen but as far as personal opinions went Tyrian had none for the pack or its snake tongue queen, although if any of the religiosity Pestilence talked about reared its head today he'd form one right quick. Perhaps he should have felt awkward being approached by a 'victim' of his, but Tyrian was shameless. As for what to say, she had approached him, so he was going to let her start them out on a conversation - assuming this wasn't just going to be more or less a nod in passing as they each went about their business. "" |
