from white sand to muddy mess

The lands before them held little contrast, mud and rock covered the island in scale like protrusions from the sea. Completely uninhabitable. Or at least it was inhospitable as it was. Perhaps if one were focused and determined, with the correct supplies, life could be fostered here. The earth had a great desire to be covered, to hide its bare dirt skin. Why this place remained desolate Venom could not know. Only observe the wind swept rocks and moist muddy mess that were her banks. The stark contrast and diversity of Boreas’ islands was astounding really, from lush forests to a dead and cold land such as this.

The cold was easily brushed aside by Maverick’s steamy words and smile as he reminded her there were but two outcomes to the relationship they were fostering. The Empress returned his grin, the corners of her pale lips pulling back to reveal her pearly teeth. He was quite intrigued by her comment as well, and her sunset gaze glanced over her shoulder as he mentioned getting filthy. That was exactly what she was alluding to. She said little as once white gloved paws carried her up the incline ahead of him, giving a suggestive smirk as they walked.

As they reached the top of the warm colored cliff Maverick spoke again, endlessly curious about what she had in mind when she spoke about getting dirty together. Venom chuckled again, "Absolutely, handsome.” She teased him back as her mischievous gaze returned to his features. With every intention to show and not tell Venom aimed to tackle her renegade. With every intention of rolling down the hill with him in her delicate arms.

"Venom & Maverick"