Weakness Is Punished.

The females bark of pain was noted as she yet again ended up cowering into the dirt, but this time she was curled up in submission. 'Delightful.' His thoughts only echoed this one pinpoint of emotion as he slunk toward his. Imonde's chin would dip downwards to protect his throat, his tail raised dominantly above his back, his eyes narrowing down into fine slits yet again as he regards her like some type of strange new bug he's found scuttling along inside of his home.

"Sil-e-nce," his voice harshly entones towards her as he glares down at the female. "We do not be-li=eve you have le-ar-ned your place," he darkly retorts toward the female as his proper name is not declared from her lips, but instead some commoner slur used against his Divine self. "We sh-a-ll teach you." The phrase comes tumbling erratically from his lips as he attempts to chain together the sentence, but somehow it didn't seem to fit just right coming from him.

Perhaps it was the way he slithers forward, his eyes settling across her vulnerable form as he stands over her. His paw would move, attempting to place it upon her shoulder and urge her onto her stomach. Punishment was being rendered as a reward? How lucky it was to even rests one's eyes upon the seed of a God.


"Speech"
'thoughts'