don't punish the commoner, she'll bite back.

A call came out from the echoing sirens of astonishing thunder, the ones that split the nearly night sky with its talons. Sinister would cradle her skull in the direction as followed the silhouette of her Queen, body arched almost as if she were asking for a fight -- and that might be true since the alabaster women was again here to prove herself. There would be no excuses as too why she should be higher tier, 'tis true many have grown to know this sociopathic dame as a fighter not a lover. She was a titan, a Goddess of Death, nothing feared her; though that is certainly unorthodox she is terrified of her father.

Crucifying, and yet saturating growls sparked almighty power in the depths of her larynx, her tongue still held the fair share of blood spilled from her recent fight and as her carpus and scapula weren't in any condition to be worn as tragedies in a battle. Sinister wasn't going to back down if that it what she had to do. Upon Cataleya's arrive the masculine babe anchored herself to the ground, crown held up high in an effort to make her pride become unmistakable. Racks upon racks of muscle pigments shifted abruptly by the second while trying to think thoroughly. At this point Sin parted her lips to allow cold tidings spew between crimson bicuspids. "What is it that I have to do in claiming my rightful title in this bloody pack? Thou cannot position such greatness, thy eyes see I have more potential than a pitiful commoner?"

"Speech"
'thoughts'