High in the jagged peaks where the air was thin and the winds howled like restless spirits, a lone pup was born under the pale spring sun. Her fur, a clash of colors that should have been vibrant, instead faded into dull huesβlike a flower bloomed too soon and left to wither in the frost. From the moment she took her first breath, VenomBloom was a survivor.
The mountains showed no mercy, and neither did she. Born into a struggling pack that valued strength above all, she learned fast that softness was a weakness, and love was nothing but a leash waiting to choke her. While her littermates huddled together for warmth, VenomBloom bared her teeth and endured the cold alone. She was smaller than some, leaner than most, but her bite was vicious, and her tongue sharper than the claws she drove into anyone who dared test her.
By the time she was fully grown, her reputation was as jagged as the cliffs she called home. Vulgar, crass, unfiltered. She spoke her mind without hesitation, her words dripping with sarcasm and venom. Many mistook her for heartless, but VenomBloom didn't careβshe preferred it that way. Love? A joke. Mates? A waste of time. She had no interest in being bound to another, no desire to play the foolish games of wolves who thought passion was stronger than power.
She was wild, unclaimed, and untamed. A force as unpredictable as the mountain storms, a tempest that refused to be caught. If others wanted to call her cruel, bitter, or impossible? Fine. Let them.
She had no use for love, no need for sweet words or empty promises. VenomBloom was her own storm, and she would never be anyone's shelter.
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