and he was just like a great dark wing

Sure, she had another bottle she could uncork, but there was no rush, despite his rumbling growls. She turned her head towards the vaulted ceiling, taking in the grungy scenes that were hard to make out after all these years. Strange furless creatures wrapped up in cloth, reaching out to each other from the clouds. Some of them even seemed to have wings. It was a bizarre sight.

She still left her throat exposed when Dread began to growl beside her. He could try something, sure, but she'd beaten him enough times to not be immediately concerned. When the bottle was finally place back beside her, she reached out and took another deep drag, relishing the fire i lit in her belly.

Her head lowered slowly, golden eyes falling on her companion silently, waiting, until she realised he wasn't going to let it out without permission. She clicked her tongue and sighed. “I'm no fuckin' mind reader Dread, shit or get off th' pot.” It was ineloquent, but Deluge was never one to put on airs. Spit it out, or suck it up.

“Speech”