Meet your new sister

Slave? Urgh. She barely bit back a retort of Bite my spikey ass, shit-stain. The curling of her lips conveying her thoughts plainly enough while her mind turned over her options. He introduced Demelza before she decided whether or not to give her true name, her mother would be beside herself if she did though...

Morganna turned seafoam eyes on the girl as she gestured to the scars and explained the "punishments" that might be doled out. Her face took on a deadpan expression. Was that meant to scare her? Was pain meant to be... a deterrent? Her whole existence was pain, what were a few more scars to the litany that already marred beneath her coat. If I do well he keeps me in good shape. The snort that left her nose and throat would not be contained, though she managed to control her eye roll with a glaring squint at their captor.

She should play nice, she wasn't a total glutton for punishment. Eventually she'd sprout mushrooms and start oozing and surely then he would loose interest.

She shook out her fur, crystals and quills clacking as she chased the tension from her bones, allowing her ears to fall flat against her head and her shoulders to hunch, holding herself lower. Lips less curled and more tight across her teeth, doing her best despite her size to look like some of the fight had been shaken out of her with the gesture. "My mother called me Akaste, Sir..." She added the latter as an afterthought. It wasn't a lie, her mother had called her such when she was being particularly tempestuous, and it was a name she wouldn't be opposed to sacrificing if she had to. She might not have brute strength on her side, so she would need to rely on her smarts.

"speech"