SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
10-17-2014, 07:58 PM
She didn't want to believe it when she first heard the summoning for Katja. Lips would peel back in agitation. Virgil. It seemed the golden bitch had risen from the dead to extract her revenge, finally. Hackles would bristle as she abandoned her task and loped off towards the battlefield. The last time she was there, Katja had ripped the crown of Helios, and she had dominated his poor excuse for a wife. A sneer would curl her lips as she left her home behind. Long limbs would eat up the ground, but by the time she arrived, a crowd had already gathered. She caught the tail end of Katja's speech, and now it was Virgils turn. She said nothing, giving her Queen only her silent support with her presence. She hoped that she bested the unworthy Olympian, that Katja taught them all a lesson. They were all unworthy.. This time, she remained standing. Her defenses loosely locked in place. Hackles bristled along her neck and spine, her crown was level with her back and her chin was tucked. Ears flipped back against her skull, eyes narrowing to enraged slits. Legs would square themselves and tension radiated from the ebony form. She would wait for the fight to commence, and perhaps enjoy one of her own again. She longed for the last rulers of Olympus to show their disgraced faces. Jaws unhinged, lips peeled back, her looks incredibly feral. She was a ticking time bomb. "Speech" |