[M]Welcome to the freak show

His response wasn't as immediately violent as she had hoped, rather he turned to face her with that devil's voice ringing out in a sharp growl. What a sight he made in his full regalia, his hackles raised to dangerous points and his white curtains drawn to reveal deadly rows of blood stained knives. Rather than fear, Lucifer created a hum of excitement within her frame, a heady concoction of adrenaline and other aggression hormones flood her body and her muscles quake with anticipation. She laughs, the tones easily floating away in the breeze as Vianni's pink gaze zeros in on the male. Her tail dares to wag stiffly in the air as he took his defensive stance against her. The rage in his eyes suggested that he would be punishing her soon, and she couldn't be happier. C'mon, do it. Oooh, I want you to do it. C'mon, hit me! HIT ME!! The shrieking of her mind was all the world boiled down to, the twitch of her head was all that signaled her oncoming madness.

A thrill washed through her as he lunged, her body responding simultaneously to turn right and rush forward slightly. After avoiding the worst possible bite that would have put him in control, Vianni does not get away entirely. Instead, Lucifer's fangs pinched the loose skin at the nape of her neck, just between her shoulder blades, his massive frame nearly in line with her own as she let loose her own growl that would rival his own. His grip on her broke her flesh out in goosebumps, her fur raising to show the glimmers of scars large and small that litter her frame. A heady cackle escaped through the growling snarls of Vianni. Ducking her head and moving her hips away from him, she twists in her skin to bite at the apex of his neck and chest. Right above his left shoulder, she aimed her teeth to bite down hard on him, her skin stretching painfully as she sought purchase in his flesh. Her hope was to break his grasp on her nape, to distract him enough to make him release her. He had not fully penetrated her skin, and she would give him the same respect, though she would nearly break the skin if her knives hit their mark.

Her tail flew high and Corvus cawed once again in the background, still feasting as his mother wrestled for her place in Lucifer's pack. He would have to prove himself to her, make her understand he was the stronger one. One way or the other, she would show him that she could hold her own. She was used to larger beings, made fun out of the challenge it was to hunt them. This was different somehow, Lucifer didn't make her hungry for his flesh, rather the prize he dangled before her eyes. She wanted to be strong, like him, and he inspired her. She simply wasn't going to let him push her around or dictate how to live. She was her own woman, and she would go down swinging until she died to prove just that. Vianni had made a deal, and she would follow him and coincide with him. She just wanted him to know she was as strong as she projected herself to be. There was a reason she was so outspoken.