Feel my serpentine

She understood that his anger was a storm. Something he didn't fancy always pushing on others--and yet he could not hold back the wrath he brought. Of course, who could deny the beauty and passion of a storm when viewed in the proper way? Who could deny that every fiber of destruction crafted a piece of elegance in the surrounding terrain. Syrinx couldn't, and neither could his petite friend. Eyes were glued onto the spot his teeth had so perfectly wrapped around. Her words rang in his ears and his jaws tightened only a bit before he unclamped and released her. "I don't need your apologies..." He watched her and wondered what the empress was doing alone. with Isardis out. Syrinx could only imagine that he would love to add her to his collection. That's all she would be. An ornament. "What do you want?" Why was she here? Perhaps that would have been the better question. Though, syrinx had a tendency to be tactless; and now was only a prime example of such traits. They would burn him alive--of this he had long ago accepted.