Venemous Bitches

For every push she gave it seemed the yearling pushed back, a sort of poisonous tango playing out with each of their moves. The yearling rose to their paws, facing her, their chests inches apart. Venom dripping from the child's lips caused a brow to quirk upwards, the briefest flash of anger ripping across her face. She cared little for the imaginings of a child but by virtue of insulting her own divinity they had also insulted that of her brother, and that... well she could not abide. Still a laugh tumbled from Amunet's lips. "And what false god do you profess to be?" Her tone was sickly sweet. "Surly it can be only a false god who does not recognize the presence of another divine being, indeed how one who claims such divinity can miss the presence of the sister and queen to the sun himself is a mystery." She sneered at the child, still a low growl emanated from within her throat, a warning for the young one.

"So I repeat, which false god to you profess to be? Name yourself."

"Sweet little lies"