there may not be a future

Alabastrine Shrine

Venom’s thin frame drifted through the darkness towards the border of Ashen and the Armada. The Empress had much on her mind, from the obvious going on around her. The eternal night, the creeping, spreading, and growing clusters of crystals and mushrooms. The tingle at the base of her skull that made her feel like someone was whispering to her whenever she turned around. The glowing blood that fell from the eyes and ears of those she loved as those same crystals and fungus overtook. The woman was nearly convinced this was indeed the end of the world. If they were to survive this, if they were to thrive, they needed to strengthen their bonds of the Empire.

White gloved paws carried her to the edge of the glowing white forest, the ever full moon beaming down at her through the bright borealis in the skies. Mists curled around her paws and the bright pink crystals that surrounded her. A soft sigh left her lips as she sat back to her haunches and called out for Sirius to meet with her.