Have a Little Fun

Almost home. The trail Venom was on now wound over the coast. She was given picturesque views of the beaches below and glimpses of her island home as she traveled up ridges and cliffs. As she returned to Boreas the sun was much more present over the rainy days she spent in Auster. It was an edifying trip, and yet she still felt uncertain about her return to Ashen. Part of her felt like she needed more time, but the more sensible part knew that Plague would need reprieve.

So instead of allowing her paws to carry her away again Venom remained on the path towards home. She was undecided if she was going to swim across here or go around to the shrine, but the trivial thoughts were a small blessing. Every waking moment was full of emotional distress, but as she found her travels coming to an end there was a sense of peace that settled over her. Like the broken pices were rest to create something brand new. The effects of the past would never be erased, but what came out of disaster was more beautiful. Or that was what she told herself.

Her mundane thoughts were interrupted as she caught the scent of a stranger, and as white gloved paws carried her forward she realized how close said stranger was to her border. Venom’s hard glance softened as she Thought She saw a familiar form, but she knew almost immediately this wasn’t Gareth. "Making yourself pretty comfortable next to my border.” She confronted him calmly. "You might make a lady suspicious.”


"Venom"