Have a Little Fun

She was shocked from her lack of understanding more than the topic at hand, but still Maverick slipped through her carefully constructed walls. He seemed awfully proud of himself too. She maintained and carefully built her pristine persona but this wandering rogue was suddenly hell bent on seeing it torn down. Thankfully besides his devilish grin he didn’t press her flustered state. It was easier to focus on him, and his words reflected his fake outrage as he wailed dramatically, admitting he couldn’t handle her harsh opinions.

He was absolutely ludicrous and she really should have just turned tail on him and walked off but she was captivated. His laughter was all encompassing and she couldn’t remind him how ridiculous he was through his laughter. As she explained herself he want on to rebuke her, saying her life should be much more important than the land she protected. "It’s not the earth under my paws, it's the lives within that are what’s really precious.” She answered him softly, having long since given up her life for her young and the wolves of her pack. She lived for them, and they went on to allow her to lead them; they trusted her with their prosperity and protection. "They come before my own life every time.” Venom vowed quietly, mostly to herself because she didn’t think he could hear her over his laughter.

He called her wording choice far too old for a woman of her age and Venom scoffed lighty with amusement. Maverick told her to call him whatever she wished, but she did wish he gave her a preference. "Alright, Mr. Rhydderech.” She offered with a smirk, if he wanted under her skin she would reciprocate. He obviously had no real desire to be addressed as such. As if to drill in that fact he pulled farther away from her and began to toe the line into Ashen. He was pressing a button he didn’t really want to. "Everything beyond that border belongs to me,” Venom started almost sweetly as she followed him. Her body’s movements were soft a fluid, almost accentuating her luxurious demeanor. All perfectly contrasting her words, "Including any misplaced toes.”

Her forked tongue slipped from behind her lips as she dared him to continue with his threat. Her quills began to raise along her shoulders and she flexed her toes, revealing wickedly sharp claws. She hadn’t had a good fight in a long time. After everything that happened and how she was processing it an unrestricted brawl would do her good.

"Venom"