A Toast to Victory.

As Canttina mentioned her rankings, and made a comment on her nickname, the ebony demoness would only utter a giggle, tilting her head back ever so slightly as she let the laughter spew forth. As Queen spoke of no turning back, Raven would only laugh more, and when it died off, she let her own voice fall from sumptuous lips. "If I wanted to turn back, I'd be long gone by now, Queen." She told her, stressing the nickname, her statement dripping with seductive sarcasm. She felt the air stir around her delicate tiara, realizing with a mixture of satisfaction and intrigue as she realized Canttina was taking in her scent.

Looking up at the mahogany timber wolf, grinning up at her. "Well thank you, Queen. I'm your girl." She whispered, her long tail twitching with amusement. This was already interesting.




"Speech"