Out On Your Own

Venom’s empire was built of wolves who had the opposite demeanor of Duchess. She was brash in dangerous ways and flippant in respect for her own life, Venom was able to discern that much from how she reacted in the short time she knew her. Not that Venom’s attention was fully upon the dappled she wolf. These islands were unique, and knowing how different her own islands were this one was no different. The palms were unlike any she had ever seen, and the fauna did not exist on the mainland. At least to her knowledge. Every bit of movement within the foliage was something else he hadn’t ever seen before.

Duchess gestured gently inviting the Empress on a walk onto the island with her and Venom didn’t hesitate to accept. She walked along beside the familiar woman. She wondered if these odd coincidental meetings could lead to some kind of friendship. It was a beautiful path to take a stroll, an even better place to forget the troubles she had at home. Duchess spoke with far too much insight as she asked about a getaway.

"I suppose you could say that.” Venom had returned home from her journey over Boreas and Auster, but there was a part of her that wanted to see the world. She had seen so very little of it so far, it was a personal goal. She wanted to see more, and meet more fo the wolves she shared the world with. The Empress wanted different perspectives to open her mind, to return home and be a better leader for her people. "Sometimes it feels like there’s a lot to get away from.”

"Venom"