Reverend, Reverend, Please Come Quick

Xairo's nostrils flared, his heart pounding a furious rhythm against his ribs. How dare this woman speak to him this way? And how did she know about his mother? A snarl tore from his throat as he lunged forward, snapping his jaws mere inches from her face. "You don't know anything about my mother!" he roared, spittle flying from his maw. "Or about me! I have plenty of bite, and I'll prove it if you don't shut your mouth."

But even as the words left his lips, doubt crept in like a noxious weed. This female didn't seem the least bit intimidated by his display of aggression. If anything, she looked...amused. Like his anger was nothing more than a joke to her. Xairo's tail drooped slightly as uncertainty dampened his rage. Still, he refused to back down, holding his ground as he glowered up at the taller woman. "I don't need you to lecture me about power either." he spat, though his voice lacked its earlier venom. "I know how to take what I want. I don't need anyone else."

"Xairo Saxe"