Venemous Bitches

The tang of blood on her tongue trilled through her body, there was so little else that could compare to the taste of the flesh of another's life's blood. Then as she contacted with the child it started to topple over. Easy enough, she allowed the limb in her mouth to pull free. "Submit!" She moved to tower over the fallen yearling, meeting it's gaze with her own. "Now! Tell me again, which fallen god do you profess to be?" Her voice had the tone of a queen, there was no argument to brook this time, she would get her way!

As if to prove her point she parted her jaw again, and hovered it dangerously over the yearling's fleshy, exposed throat. Never once breaking her eye contact with her downed victim. If the child still refused to do as she asked it'd be no small matter to simply pull it's vocal cords out by herself. She almost wished the child was that dumb.