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Venom

Loner

Master Fighter (275)

Master Intellectual (279)

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age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
6724
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
1,335
player
KatG6

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12-02-2021, 12:49 PM
Venom was a secretive woman, she was loathe to offer more information than necessary and she often kept to herself within Ashen. She looked inwardly, but perhaps, especially with the lowered member count, if she needed to look without. Of course there were young on the way, Plague would soon be a father and she was excited to welcome new nieces and nephews into the pack.

She wasn’t so thrilled about the pet name he chose to give her but it would be forgiven. Already he was given two graces, the Empress giving him attention in the first place and forgetting the far too relaxed title. He gave his name and his ‘title’ if you could call it that. As she could have assumed there were no stringent titles, but he did seem learned enough to pass a coyote in her book.

”Well, met.” She offered with a slight dip of her head, debating how big of a show she wished to give him. ”Venom, Empress of the Ashen Empire, a pack back up this path.” She offered the hint of a Klein smirk. ”Too busy for fun.” She wasn’t entirely truthful, messing with him a little as she was now. ”You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”
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