Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering

A voice startled her, and she responded with bared fangs. Rising slightly as she found his pale form in the dark. Her lips peeled back from sharp silver fangs, and her eyes… there was just enough moonlight to spark across the crystals encasing them. In return, they burned with an ethereal glow just shy of causing her pain. 

Hey bared fangs lessened a little when she realised he was a stranger. He was not family come to avenge her idiot nephew, or misguided siblings come to redeem her. None of this meant she trusted him.

“Come a little closer and I'll gift you a mar of your own” She promised him, holding his gaze as the threat rolled off her tongue. Injured and alone, without even Lioness as back up, and she still wouldn't give him an inch. 


"Speech"