When the ivory she wolf finally replied, it was a rather annoying one. How dare she say she wanted her beloved Queen? A growl of possession rumbled deep in her throat, but the ebony bitch swallowed it before it could escape and make itself heard to Ilja. A yawn stretched her obsidian jaws wide, revealing rows of pearl daggers and a long salmon tongue. This conversation was so very quaint, unexceptional, and the demoness was officially bored. Standing, she let her voice fall from her lips a silky purr. "Well, that's very nice and all, but you bore me, Ilja. When you actually want to have a conversation, come find me. Good day." She retorted, smiling sweetly and standing. Without another word, the sultry black shadow sauntered off into the waiting darkness, off to find something more interesting than the new recruit to the matriarchy.
