Anti-Venom

Two. Three. Four years past the average age for venom growth. Tirsynthe was late, and her partner was starting to worry. There were many reasons why her venom hasn't grown in yet: Exhaustion. (No.) Malnourishment. (No.) Abuse. (She didn't think. There was a lot of with her dad.) Immortality. (Definitely not.) Hybrid. (Not out of the question.) Her dad was a pureblood grenaryiane, and her mom was something, somewhere. She didn't know her name, or anything for that matter. Finding her wasn't something she genuinely cared about, but maybe it should be. Archerione He brushed a soft fabric under Tirsynthe's soft green eyes. "Anything?" Archer shook his head. "No, not yet." "Then when? The venom test is tomorrow, and its mandatory. Kind of need it." "These things take time. Don't stress it, okay?" "You've been saying that for years, and I'm getting tired of hearing it. You know Bravure will -" "Don't worry about Bravure. I'll take care of him. Just take care of yourself for now, okay?" She snorted. "Still got that darkdweller?" He sighed. Not this again. " Yes, Seonnyre is still in custody." "So that's what her name is." "Just stay away from her. She's already killed three and injured six, just in the past week." "Maybe she's lonely." "If she were "lonely", she wouldn't be attacking everyone we sent her way." "What did you expect? You're holding her hostage. I'd attack, too." He rubbed his forehead in frustration before looking up at her. "Do me a favor. Don't visit her, don't talk to her, don't let her get inside her head." He patted her on the shoulder before walking away. "I'll see you later."