Finding our places

Rogue wasn’t so sure his mother would really be able to offer him much help in regards to his wayward feelings, but even just being able to vent his thoughts and frustrations out to her was a good release for the adolescent male. Venom just let him speak and get it all out of his system, and only once he was finished did she add in her own insights and opinions. He loved his mother and valued her endless support more than he could ever say. Despite the bravado of his father that he exuded, Rogue was undoubtedly a mama’s boy, lavishing in the Empress’ affection and attention. Her kiss to his cheek pulled a puppy-like smile across his muzzle and he leaned happily in towards her, glad that he had taken the time to confide in his mother about his woes. Moms always had a way of making things better.

Venom gently reminded him that although his sisters had attained great ranks within Ashen, they did it with the help of their family and siblings. She also made note that several other high ranking positions were still open and on the table, waiting for someone to come and claim them. The prospect of him possibly taking over Plague’s rank when his uncle retired was brought up and Rogue tilted his head as he considered the possibility. Him, a prince of the Ashen Empire, lead warrior of the pack… "Hmm… Daimyo Rogue does have a nice ring to it," he mused with a debonair grin, his sunset eyes that matched his mother’s shining at the idea. "Well I’m sure Bel won’t mind a little sibling rivalry for the rank, right?" He uttered a roguish chuckle under his breath, then leaned down to offer his mother a thankful nuzzle to her cheek. "Thanks for listening to me gripe, Mom."

"Rogue Klein"