Not A War, An Alliance.

Anzhelika would lift her crown to look at the male who had spoken. Her gold and violet gaze meeting his. He matched her height at the exact thirty six inches, the girl matching his behavior and sitting on her haunches, tucking her tail neatly beside her, weighing his question in her thoughts. "Hmm, I am interested, indeed." She would answer him, flicking her pale ears at him as he continued speaking.
The ivory Queen would bow respectfully to Bass Destruction, Azat of Abaven. Even the snake would pay his due respects to the alabaster male, dipping his head down at Bass. "I am named Anzhelika. Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov... And this is Sabre," the girl would say, motioning to the snake that slithered around her neck. "Bass.. You have any room for a warrior, or perhaps a hunter? I enjoy killing things at times" she would tell the male aloud in a soft giggle, nodding at him. The snake Sabre would hiss as he slithered around Anzhelika's neck, narrowing his eyes at the cautious male, then turning his gaze back onto Anzhelika.