Game Of Thrones.

The other women's aroma was the anatomy of what would be called, 'indescribable anger'. She had it out for someone, as if this unknown dame she spoke of was present or ear-shot. There was no mistaking her proposals of triumph, and how well she diagnosed her proportions in ways that Sinister understood with the utmost respect. The only language she would be reading today is wrath, with a mixture of irritation. Her entire essence hissed out the remaining ties to the girls inner rage, the fire burning in her pit, and it sparked something inside of the white demon positioned only a couple feet from the other pale women.

Thus the goddess maneuvered her way down a strip, whatever distance the two had between one another was eliminated by the stroke of Sinister's movements. Appendages bristling in agonizing hatred while taking the effort in propping herself next to the female, settling down in an upright posture in order to still get a full view of the whistling tall tales of corrupting flames. Their reminiscence dancing int he depths of her silver hued gem stones. The whole right half of her massive thigh cratering against the other she-wolfs, broad shoulders rolling forth to protect her neck from any attack that would possibly be made if the dame decided to launch herself at Sinister -- which wouldn't be too intelligent considering it was not a day to be touched with an iron fist.

In the cavity of her chest a trickling growl bellowed, crashing against a larynx that held back the full force of the screech. The inner demon giving away its position, and it drew towards her silver-tongue, tidings ripping past her lips in order to sound menacing -- even if she already looked it. "You have it out for this Venus? Shall I say, redemption? Thy should not stress over such penalties. You will get your worth, pay your dues day-by-day. The you will see what truly lies, then they will see what true potential really looks like." Again her Russian lithium contrasted with her newly found embrace to the women's arrogance.

Sinister would not yet slam those mighty jaws shut, she has more things to preach to this young, but wise ivory Queen. Parting her bicuspids in a more effective way of expressing her opinion. While her snout moved, so did the large pink scar that she endured by her father. "I, myself, have sinned. I seek for revenge, day-in and day-out, but I never get it. Why be so caught up on this one person, if you are so enraged by this females wrong-doings then go after her. But, I, the savage executioner I am, is not the best hound to come to for advice. A sociopath like myself doesn't get involved in psychopaths facades."

"Speech"
'thoughts'