Simple times, simple measures

Lurid waited while Voodoo spoke to her children, a rare smile on her face. Things were looking up for Mirovis, perhaps they would grow to the size they were. She had big dreams for her pack and hoped that her followers would share her dreams. Her pack-family would be safely tucked under the wing of Blodreina, nothing would touch them. Soon a meeting would be held and everyone would get to know one another, but first she had to get these three home. "There are some things you need to know. First, we are darker creatures...some have darker appetites than others, but we do not speak on it. There is no judgement in Mirovis, you come as you are. Be it murderer or poison maker, we are all the same." In Blodreina's mind, they were all her children, no matter how old they were. She took care of her own and made sure no one in Mirovis would be hurt by another Mirovian, the outside world was a different story. Moving toward the S.S Antiox, Lurid held herself as a queen should, with her head and tail raised proudly, fully expecting that Voodoo would follow and her children would come as well.