with a little help from my friends

Venom was both beauty and grace, but both qualities were dampened here within the cramped and hazardous brush her deficiencies were more apparent. Her fur snagged as she walked, though Venom did brush harmlessly past the majority she was not unscathed. To the point it seemed her trail was easy to follow. Movement caught the corner of her eye, the Empress thought for a moment it was just one of the small songbirds that ruled these lands here. As her white gloved paws carried her forward there was another glimpse and the second time she knew that she was no longer alone.

The sound of a pawstep and then a voice confirmed Venom’s assumption, and the greeting had her halting within the bramble bushed. For a moment she hesitated in turning to face the woman, but with less hassle than anticipated Venom managed to face the caramel and cream she wolf. "Thanks for the advice, but I don’t foresee there being enough difference to matter, not that I can get off the path I’m set upon either.” She tried not to think about the deeper meaning or life implications of her words. There was no metaphor.

"I assume a relative of Artorias?” She asked in return as she mentioned her name in greeting. "Venom Klein Abraxas, Empress of Ashen.” She thought for a moment, struck by an idea. "If you aren’t a part of the Hallows, perhaps I can convince a Master Navigator as yourself for assistance?” Ashen was missing a strong leader in those skills, Bowen was obviously no novice.


"Venom"