Welcome To The Murder Party

Widow had been nothing more than a shadow within Insomnia, raising her daughter and avoiding everyone else. Even her other siblings had been avoided. She'd only spoken sparingly with Medusa since, first to hunt down her mother (whom she had never found) and then once Medusa had saved her and one of her childrens lives. The others, she'd been told, were far beyond saving. It was probably a good thing, with the care Morte needed. The small child couldn't seem to walk far without crying in pain. If she'd had more than one kid like Morte, Widow would scream. She didn't know how Medusa managed three.

Arriving almost late to the meeting with her tiny daughter atop her shoulders, Widow sat apart from her siblings and instead moved over towards Medusa's children. Plopping Morte down, Widow sat with a heavy sigh and waited for whatever Medusa would have to say. Certainly it would be about Recluse remaining in hiding. Would she be expected to go out and look for her again soon? She was still so tired after her near death birthing Morte and the other horrifyingly disfigured pups. Her weight had dropped considerably, but if Medusa asked her to, she'd do it. It was the least she could do after the crazed lady spared her and her daughter.

"Speech!"

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