You Can Call me Queen 'B'

The woman paced in contemplation. Her mind was racing with thoughts and ideas. Should she challenge the Amenti Queen for her throne? Should she throw Ozz and Karmen into a monarchy of power. Woman would rule the pack, a council of bad bitches. Canttina would be the leader of course. The woman flocked to her. Like a mother hen and her chicks. It was glorious, yet a little overwhelming for the behemoth. Her claws clinked upon the iron floor. Her shoulders were high and head low. Her mask was still stained with the luxurious crimson that once flowed through the veins of a little girl named Arthfael. But, when the best heard words her eyes flashed open in alarm.

Her body turned instantly to face the entrance of her roomy den. Her eyes were like daggers as she saw the ebony woman poke her lovely little head in. Another bitch? Canttina instantly smirked, but her body did not soften. She padded forward a step and emitted demonic tones into the brisk air. "You ask the name of the daemon in charge of the land you step on. You dare as me the question. Yet I ask, who are you?" She spoke in theatrical tones, her sentences were hidden yet bland. They asked questions yet they circled around threatening tones and words. Canttina was happy yet unhappy that this woman decided to set foot on her turf without permission. Though, her body nearly trembled at the sight of the dark woman, she always loved dark pelts.




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