The girl would go limp, rolling to the ground as her silver paws. Victory rang out in her gaze as a twisted grin lifted her bloodied lips. She would release the girl, towering over her as the now prisoner admitted her defeat. "Welcome to Arcanum." Soft words dripped venom. "The only way you'll be leaving, is if you successfully fight for your freedom. And if try to run, I'll kill you." She would murmur softly, a sweet coo almost, to her defeated opponent. Lips curled into a grin that bared her bloodied fangs before she turned away from the girl, moving back into her home. Audits tipped back, listening for the telltale signs that her newest prisoner was now following her obediently into her new home. There was no changing her fate now, unless she managed to successfully beat her in a fight to secure her freedom. It was a rarity that the silver queen ever granted her slaves their freedom willingly. And when she did, there was always an ulterior motive.
