Fear the reaper, or be stupid and don't

Vita had been hidden away while her father had been out dealing with a male he called vermin, scum she said. As if she ever spoke much. She really had no care, but the way Mortem had painted the male made her think he was better off dead. How beautiful it would be. Death loved those in her embrace. Such a melancholy of songs was to be sang that night.

But Vita had been kept from it all. She had waited like she had been told. Until steps approaching the fox hole she was holed up in sounded. Her ears stood tall on her head as she waited silently. "Vita come." he had left no room to mistake who he was. Nor any room for argument. His order was solid.

As such she came out shaking the dirt from her pelt and turning large brown eyes on him. She was expectant of him. He was the leader of their little duo for now. What she had not expected was for him to break the rule of touch he had made. Her scruff was captured with no complaints though. She wasn't one to complain. Words were not her style.

He carries her to another. The scents here sang of death. The visage the other painted was of beauty. Whites and pale golds. She was dropped on her rump and a oomph escaped her from the height of the drop. She sat up though and tucked her paws in close. Her tail was brought over her paws as she looked upon the scene before her.

Her ears sat upright and a tilt of her head had her observing the woman. Mortem called her, her aunt and claimed her to be a goddess. She sat there unblinking without words. She needed none yet. The spiderling was one of few words anyway. She had heard the threat from her father and she didn't much care. He was more than aware that if she didn't speak she wouldn't offend the woman. Time would wait though.