Screw it all to heck

She did not reply to his wish to see Ludicael; she only waited patiently for the information she so sought. When it came to her, swift and partially poetic, she couldn't help but laugh a bit on his confession about children. She thought of her own and pondered over this male and his potential relationship to them. The Sol could handle them getting their feelings hurt if he verbally snapped at them, but should any physical harm come to them, she would try her best to ensure it became a past offense, and that history would not repeat itself, even if she had to rip his teeth out to make it so.



"I have three of my own. You are welcome to Ludicael as a warrior, to redeem your honor, even--if you wish. But should harm come to my children--or any other Ludicael member, for that matter--at your claw or tooth, you will have greater things to worry about than annoying children." Her voice was stern and yet neutral. The threat was in the words and the expression, but was completely omitted from the tone. "All I need from you is your loyalty and later, a spar to prove your skill with. And, your name." She would explain the rest of the rules on the way there, but for now required only this.