Unrest

An exclusive rumbling growl erupted, she hadn't meant for him to be so cocky. Then again his miens were something one could laugh at, and she had done just that. It was like thunder evaporating from her parched lips, so cruel and blood-thirsty you can't disguise. It's like an endless pool of lava, just seeping from her chambers, and the demonic fondue lacing throughout it makes the laughter even more psychotic. Sure, she was painted in red goo, which was not hers of course, but had she intimidated him that much to push him to that degree? Possibly, she can be quite intimidating. With a few moments of thought, her exchange of flattering accusations were now a means of escape.

Taking hold of the situation she cascaded her bodice down the slope towards the masculine, she was elegant in her steps though the massive destruction that followed was nary a mistake. Anyone with a keen eye could detect her movements were not accidental, she wanted to make him feel like she was a force to be reckoned with. As much as her demons would like to come along the ride, she had to hold them back just a little bit longer to skim the rough surface of their first meet and greet. So, she had to try and not be a b!tch, for as long as she could muster.

Shaking her crown in annoyance at his naive response, for he took things to heart it seemed. Her optics scanned his frame over, just to get a more readable explanation about his character and how his body works in conditions like this one -- and the first thing she noticed were the tense muscle fragments. Sinister could tell he was on edge because of the tidings she had breathed to him. This chipped off quite a large piece of patience that wasn't too far from brutality. So deciding to simmer things out, she remains emotionless and cold, though her words came sorta from the dark depths of her gruesome mind.

"Perhaps, but let's not get to hasty, shall we?"



"Speech"

For a crown is not fit

you're a king unworthy of its power