Grovel

"I am Ardhel, of Alacritis, and you are?" She regarded the female, she looked crazy, truly crazy. Like she slaughtered people for fun, swatted them like flies. She would not join this woman, or even attempt to befriend her. She was a murderer.

Ardhel stood taller, unafraid by this woman who was trying to intimidate her, she would not surrender so easily. The snow gathered on her coat, frosting each hair with an icy tip. Her eyes shon a bright blue, she was angry that this female had tried to frighten her into submission. She would not follow her.

"Why do you wear that skull, is it a trophy, or a mark of cowardice? Killing for no reason is the worst kind of cowardice."

She growled and barred her teeth.

(Speech)