Kings and queens

The male rose to his paws, though a bit slower and more world weary than the dark goddess first assumed he would. Fire met the cool lavender of her gaze, and Demise felt her hackles raise in answer to the unspoken challenge. It was the words he ushered forth that caused her lip to curl ever so slightly. “Oh? And what kind of 'shit' would that be?" Her question was feigned interest, false down to its core, but would still ring true enough to glean an answer from him. She didn't care about his ambitions, or his claim, her only goal was to drive the male out. This was her castle. It would be her family that rose here, her own dynasty that would take root in these halls. Her gaze remained cold, and she gave nothing of her anger away, even her prior sneer had been washed off her face.

Demise held herself with a regal pride, one that spoke volumes of who the young goddess queen truly was. While it may not have been a surprise that the male would be so obstinate in the face of adversity, it was aggravating that he would flout his claim. She watched him, never letting it show that she was sizing him up, waiting for her chance to strike. Just the smallest provokation is all it would take at this point, her blood was boiling with a territorial rage that she had not yet experienced. There was an intruder in her home, and she would be sure to oust him. She may be young, but from the time she took her first wobbly steps out of the den, Demise had been trained to fight. There was always confidence in herself and her skill, and while she wasn't sure just what kind of skill the male had, but she knew better than to underestimate anyone. There may be no one backing her at the moment, but she didn't need that to make her claim here clear.