Dabbling

"Ooh, someones feisty, seems I've hit a nerve? Have I not?" Sinister dared, an insane laughter fled from her mouth. Her eyes shown the psychopath in them, the demon was having a lot of fun with this one. All it took was a quick move of her neck, so that now she avoided the she-wolf's attack at her muzzle. Firing back with a much more aggressive bite, her canines seemed to drip venom from their sharpened points. Saliva clung to the corners of her lips, making her look like a savage.
Finding her way over to the femme, her eyes dilating a bit to focus in on her small frame. Though Sinister had to admit, she was a fast one but unlike most wolves she knew exactly when someone was going to strike. Like now, Othello went straight for her tail, and instead of pulling away she simply allowed her to hammer her fangs into her tail flesh. Sure, it might have hurt, but how should she know? Right now everything involving pain she was instantly immune to, for when you get that adrenaline pumping in your veins there isn't anything you feel for your mind it set on the task at hand.
Lashing her tail from the women's maw, seeing blood start to fade her white tip to blood-red. You'd think that would horrify a person, but with Sin, she was delighted by the sight of red. She let a crackling growl start to ravish her throat, head rotating to glare depthless optics at the she-wolf. In that instant, she hadn't wasted time before purging forward in attempt to smash her fangs into the upper flank, where her neck was located. Aiming to drive her swords(canines) into her flesh, wanting her to bleed, tear layers of her muscle until she saw pink skin invade.



"Speech"

For a crown is not fit

for a king unworthy of its power