Time for a Chit-Chat

Canttina laid upon the black wool as her pain began to lessen slowly. The seeds worked well. The french tones of Morgana filled her ears rapidly and the mahogany bitch giggled. "As much as I love death, you cannot kill these woman. These woman are special, they are strong. You know why I love bitches so much? They obey, they are easily controlled, they are lovely to look at, and they are ruthless. There is no greater warrior then a pissed off bitch, now is there?" She spoke the truth. There was no doubt that men were lovely warriors, but woman she favored to work for her.

She watched the ebony fae with interest as more rapid words were let forth. Canttina listened closely before she let forth her own tones. "I will give you the rank Soldier for now. Show me you are good enough for a promotion and at the first meeting I will give you the rank of a council member. Sound fair?" She tilted her head and stared at the demonic being before her with sultry eyes. Though, as Morgana spoke more Canttina grinned, "As long as that power you create is not pointed towards my kingdom it sounds like a plan. We will go places, Morgana. Every woman within these ranks has a chance to move rank, just show me you are strong enough to be one of my trusted."