This ball and chain

More and more beasts would arrive, crowding the dazed phoenix. Quietly she hissed curses in her mind, wishing for the savages to leave. The russet bitch had been through plenty enough, and she didn't need anymore scars. Her side flinched with surprise, which halted her cleaning of the bitch's wounds, the metallic tang of dried blood clotting her senses. The one-eyed queen spoke with a bit of aggression, which she just dismissed simply of stress and her dazed status. Venom hissed from the features of the scarred queen, clearly showing dismay and dislike for her captors.

Were they daft? This woman smelled of children and a husband. Obviously she'd be missed. The harlot would give her own glare of dislike, straight into the eyes of her Valentine. As the queen replied, she relaxed a little bit. She didn't want to show too much dominance. She only was a trophy. "Give her space. She's been through much, and the queen wouldn't like any issues to evolve." She would absently return to cleansing the russet queen, the blood tasting dryly on her tongue. The taste and scent would be stuck for a while, but she didn't mind right now, gently cleaning the dirt and blood from this queen.