Serpents In My Mind

He glanced over his shoulder at the approaching woman and smiled at her boldly before returning his attention to the snake. “Not at all.” He said confidently as he and the serpent seemed to reach amnesty. “Raanee!” He boomed, his chest swelling with self-assurance. “Beautiful obsidian queen, she who spits liquid fire, black dragon of the ages, I ask you to be my familiar and led me your power!” With each title that passed the storm wolf’s lips Raanee found herself more and more infatuated with the charismatic male. Clearly he was someone who knew the respect she as a serpent queen was entitled to. She gave a small pleasant hiss and weaved her head toward Tyranis’s  unflinching muzzle. “ I like yooouu” She purred and rested her head calmly against his nose. “And I like you too.” Tyranis said with a wide grin. The two broke from their refrain as the queen’s beady eyes focused on the intruding female, regarding her belatedly with a hiss and a flare of her hood. “Who girl?!” She demanded of the scarred female, her hook-like fangs dripping with venom menicingly. “A friend my queen.” Tyranis assured her. “Aren’t you? “ He asked with a cunning smirk. “After all, any friend of Ruina is a friend of mine.” He declared and watched as the serpent dropped her hood and coiled between his paws. “I am Tyranis Praetor, son of the Apollyon.” He introduced with a gallant dip of his head. “And who are you?" She could have been a sister of his for all he knew, but something in the way she carried herself seperated her from the miriad of siblings he had met since arriving, she didn't walk like one entitled to Ruina; to the Maw and the mountain, a lamb perhapse? Or another purgatorian like himself? That seemed more likely.