a continuous thrum [o, joining]

[VENUS C.]

In all honesty, it hadn't even noticed the stench of rotting flesh. Perhaps it was because Venus was used to the smell, as it was the same scent that clung to it's father's pelt sometimes when he would stumble home in a drunk stupor. While the memories were starting to become fuzzy with time, Venus would never forget his piece of shit DNA donator- it was hard to do so when he would raise his claws and bare his fangs at both them and their mother almost on the daily. Ah well, that was the past, right? There was no sense in dwelling on it now, especially not now since there was someone waiting on him to answer.

Staring up at the maned wolf, there was a tint of curiosity in Venus' blue and yellow eyes. It had only ever seen one of his breed once before this, but it couldn't really reflect on that encounter right now, as it wasn't very family friendly. "Oh is that what this dump is called? Good to know." The hybrid would sneer in a joking tone, hoping the typhooner wouldn't take much offense. Was it playing with fire? Potentially, yes, but that was its specialty. "I'm Venus. Just looking for a place to crash, and this place seemed the best out of all of em'. Hope that's ok." It said casually, taking a moment to lick one of its ash colored paws. Even if foxy over here said no, it would probably stop by this place to get a drink every now and then- assuming they didn't claw its ears off for stepping foot on their shores.

the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul

— Reggan