VENOM

"I was created to serve, to be a Seraphim of vengeance, a guardian, an Erinyes. I am most comfortable within the dark, among violence." She had yet to know anything but. Which was to say Nidhoggr and Dionaeia had managed to already show her a glimpse of what could be, of what she never had, with herself guarding the 5th circle. For some odd reason they always managed to find one another, to really cope with what was happening, together. Tisiphone showed the tiniest of emotions then as her eyebrows furrowed together in surprise and concern. So the war had struck them all down in some way. "What happened?" She showed little concern to her own emotions. Instead, the Erinyes remained somewhat stoic, incapable of truly tapping into her emotions like that, but for him? For Dionaeia? She couldn't thank them enough for accepting her for who she is.

@revengebovnd location: Hakan's Christmas Party notes: neeeigh

She'd prepared for this party, both mentally and physically, and even noted how much she liked her surroundings despite her own awkwardness. Tisiphone had decided to stop by, now that she'd made a promise to herself to not hide too much. While most might just be afraid of her, that didn't mean the Erinyes had to hide or not enjoy herself if all others did. Her presence, frightening and threatening, didn't have to be just that, besides: there was nowhere else to go for the Erinyes at the moment. She drowned out the music upon hearing Ganymede, completely focusing on her step-father. "Overwhelming, isn't it? I don't know where to start," some were already moving away, avoiding her, but she didn't let that sour her mood. Instead, she grabbed one of the stronger cocktails and offered the glass to Ganymede. "You'll always have me, I promise." She felt like dancing, but probably had to drink some more to really get warm. Ironic. "How are you holding up after...," she couldn't finish.

a starter for @revengebovnd, location: otherworld

"Warnings are for people who have something to lose," she wasn't aiming to be poetic, but pragmatic. No need to sugarcoat the ugly truth of her being more or less a lone wolf these days, with one sister dead and the other rogue. It would take thousand of years to fully adjust to that change, but no matter of time would ever quench her thirst for revenge against Megaera. Luckily Nidhoggr's appearance did make her smile, faintly, but visible no less. She could relate to the other reptilian like creature, my bad, the Dracaenae. "I was just trying to calm myself down, think of something else." His presence did help, quite a lot, actually, "I'm not here to trespass whatever part of this world you claim." For some reason she felt more separated from everyone, including Nidhoggr, than ever. "Do you... remember? Have they spared you?" She moved closer.