by the light of the moon

As a parent Venom feared far less for herself and far more for her pups, they were very nearly yearlings now but she would always feel the need to put them above all else. Especially her own safety. These supernatural occurrences seemed like nothing she could fix right here tonight. How could she begin to fix the moon’s shape or return the mists to their fold? These were impossible feats.

Plague hadn’t noticed the phase of the moon until now, but he didn’t refute her either. Her brother felt no real danger from mist and light, but that wasn’t what had her quills standing on end and her tongue flicking nervously. It was the energy. There was no real settling down, she always felt like a pair of eyes were on her. Something was coming. ”I’m glad you’re here to be ready with me.” The Empress smiled and bumped his shoulder with affection as much as she searched for reassurance.