A singular brow ascended upon her features, creasing her forehead accordingly as her mismatched gaze bore into the vacant verdant of the Empress' consort who had apparently fled reality in favor of the realm of wonderland, leaving the youthful hellion with no other option than to divert her attention back towards the rising sovereign. Dilated pupils witnessed as the earthen-toned wench utilized her injured appendage to sate an itch to her ear, perplexed as to why the woman insisted upon incessantly using the wounded limb, imagining the pain it might generate within her. She refrained from verbalizing her curiosities, however, for it was then that the Empress cracked a crooked grin, hinting to the insanity that Artemis could only assume plagued her, providing her with the answer she sought. As if the devious expression was an epidemic, the viper's own features contorted to match the woman's, rigid even as the Empress began her explanation in the place of the daydreaming Lady.
It intrigued the pallid babe to learn that this establishment totally contrasted the types of packs that she was familiar with, appeased by the fact that women reigned superior here and that advancement would come swiftly to those that yearned for it. The last sentiment drawn out from the queen, however, caused the fiend's violet and mercury gaze to narrow, the yellowed bone of her gluttonous teeth flashing in a savage smirk as she dared to breach beyond the Empress' borders, encroaching upon her domain with an aura of raw confidence. "Not for the weak at heart, hm?" the adolescent inquired with a trace of feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes for effect while she invaded the other's personal space, muzzle drawing mere inches away from the bitch's own. "Are we assuming that I have no backbone, madame?" the juvenile suggested with a brief chuckle, gaze darting back to the Lady as she pondered her course of action. "Or must I prove to you that I fear naught but fear itself?"
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