deep roots are not reached by the frost - any

[Venom + Virus]

you gotta see the artistry,
in tearing the place apart with me

The mare shakes, sending water spraying violently in their direction. Venom recoils, but Virus remains motionless, staring at the red and black mare with anticipation. Her green eyes narrow at the mare’s eye roll, but she says nothing - clearly the mare has words on her mind. It is wise she did not chose to share them.

They wait while she stretches out, trying to work warmth back into what must be surely frozen and sore muscles. They do not like waiting, but they understand she will need her strength to search out their new ‘friend.’

Then she asks what their preference would be and both girls smile as one. Unfortunately for Merida, it is not a beast that they have in mind. The girls have satisfied themselves on the blood of small rodents and birds, they want something bigger, something more … familiar. “Someone our age.” Venom’s grin widens, turning wicked. “Yes, someone we can play with.” Virus’ grin widens as well, matching her sister’s.

They can see the mare thinking, dark eyes swiveling, eyes wide and alert. They are pleased that she seems so receptive. Clearly she knows her place in the world - they have done her a service, and she will uphold her end of the bargain. Or suffer the consequences.

She asks after their names, and Virus snorts impatiently. Venom nudges her sister gently - time has not been wasted yet, it is not too unusual for the mare to want to know the names of her rescuers. “I’m Venom.” The first sister bobs her head, then the second - “I’m Virus.” Virus paws the ground impatiently, eyes narrowing at the mare. “Hurry up, I’m gettnig bored. Bring us our toy!”

venom&virus