The queen slayer's strife {Anthrax}

She turned her form upon him, or rather, her head. Tail serpentined behind her as she remained twisted grotesquely, an amethyst eye blazing at him. Her warning growl received only a sneer, and her retort met the same fate. The man was far from talkative, as his mind lingered to Ainslie.. his prize. One quick whiff of the air would tell him she was still nearby, had not wandered far enough away from him to make him fear her escape. The truth was she could never escape him, not even if she wanted to. The woman stood, apparently wary enough to not want to keep her back turned for too long. Good, she was at least intelligent. "Something no one on earth can give me." He would retort with another sneer and a dribble of saliva from the right crook of his lip. Overactive as his salivary gland may be, it always seemed to act up in the presence of another - more so when he grew excited. Tail whipped idly behind him as he glanced the female over, a bored look upon his features. She was nothing special to look at, honestly, save for her behemoth size. "What is it you seek, she-beast?" No eloquent pet name was given, nothing more than what she was.. a she-devil. He could read her, could understand how she worked - if only partially. Her little show had all but left his mind, he didn't care to know the intricate details. He wasn't even sure why he'd asked the question in the first place, he cared not for the answer. He had nothing left, nothing to care about except her.


"Speech"