Falling inside the black

When the hulking figure of her mate dared to move, picking up the mess of feathers and flesh, then move to bodily block her view of his other woman, Vianni stared him down as he did her. Already hormones made her testy, fiery, and bold. She knew he dared her to make a move, but she wasn't stupid enough to attack him. The deep red of his gaze dared her to rise against him, and for a moment the dominant madness she had supressed for so long nearly did just that. He had his head lifted, going right for his throat would be no trouble, and she let the debate play on her face in the form of subtle lip twitches and the click of teeth inside her closed mouth. She had listened to her devil, saw the unsaid threat and flicked her tail in a motion that showed her inner war and frustration.

Then, the soft and fearful notes of the infintismally small female sliced through the tension between the king and queen, but only directed the enraged force of nature that was Vianni toward her. In a death defying move, the dark woman moved around her mate without a word, her ears propped forward and her tail rising above her hips as she moved in stiff-legged fashion toward the so-called submissive. Her white curtains raised to show fangs that pierced wolf meat and chewed, multicolored hackles rose as her head lifted and her chin tucked itself. The display was both to put the fear deep inside the woman and to assure Vianni that her husband spoke the truth. With a voice that was hardly understandable through the deep rumbling snarl it was uttered on, Vianni spoke to the woman she hoped had rolled to her back. "Do not touch him on your will. He touches you, do not react in any way that would displease me. If you need companionship, come only to me. You are not my husband's mate! You. Are. His. Whore." The last four words were said with snaps of fangs punctuating each syllable, if Kait had rolled to her back Vianni would be standing over her with her fangs so close to the girl's cheek that she would be able to feel the breeze that came with each snap of Vianni's jaws.

She hadn't harmed her, but she had proved her point. The wicked woman moved then, walking away a few yards and laying herself down in the snow. She began grooming herself as though she hadn't just made an extreme display of dominance and aggression. She had followed Lucifer's orders and hadn't touched a single hair on Kait's hide. She did hope the girl would be shivering and pissing herself with fear, however, maybe crying would be just as satisfying. Oh, or all three, all three would give her madness just the right pacifier.