Mean Girls

Motif shrank back from the other girl and her taunts. She smelled like Deathbelle, which told her this girl was the Empress’s daughter. That made her an important person. She remembered the way Sirius had attacked the other slave he had brought home, because he hadn’t shown proper respect to the Empress. Would it be the same with this girl?

She eyed the area around them cautiously, expecting the big hulking giant to be lurking in the distance, waiting to ambush her. She didn’t see the scary man, but the dark toned strange wold with a snake’s tongue was still there, watching her. She had stepped closer to Motif, pushing herself into the girls personal space. Motif might be physically bigger, but Venom was more imposing, and Motif shrunk in on herself. “Uhhh..” Motif said, clueless how to respond or what to address the girl as. She was still scared of putting a foot out of line.