past, present, future

The past was often on her mind as Venom found her white gloved paws carrying her out of Ashen lands. Seeing her beautiful home changed so abruptly and completely had the Empress out of sorts. Memories, early early memories of the volcano cropped up with much more frequency. The incredibly long winter the whole world endured. The way she had seen her pack through the challenges they faced. She knew much of it wouldn’t have been feasible had she not had Hattori at her side. She worried most over him. The ever present darkness, and the glowing had effected him much more harshly than she ever would have imagined.

Many what ifs clouded her mind and her decisions as the future was as clear as the fog filled air before her. Venom slipped in and out of the mists, her paws carrying her through the dying grasses. New glowing species appeared through the dying blades of the old, and as life found a way she wondered if she too would persist.