Let us Dance

                     thrill encompasses the viper’s psyche as she lurks within spindly shadows, spectating upon her mother’s savage reprimanding of negligent subservients with a malevolent gleam to her luminous vermillion gaze -- wholly enraptured. and as the gathering dwindles and various battles commence, the sovari navigates languidly into her { exalted } mother’s proximities with a crooked grin, allowing for her dark and burnished flesh to entwine with her mother’s own silver as she slopes momentarily against the contours of the woman’s right forelimb in tender gesture. however, as the revered queen tenses in preparation for combat against a presumably formidable opponent, dahlia disengages from the silver’s appendage and saunters toward the outskirts of their makeshift arena, allowing for her diligent gaze to fixate upon her mother’s behemoth physique as she tacitly bades the woman to inevitable v i c t o r y.

and as her mother ruptures forth to collide with her temporary adversary { both murderous locomotives that the babe personally would not hope to intercede given her diminutive apex }, the viper examines their appropriate and adopted battle stances with a keen eye. her own ears pin against her dainty crown while velvet lips unfurl to expose her own set of jagged teeth as she partially mimics her mother’s defense mechanisms, rump soon ascending as her upper half bows closer to the misted earth with mischievous intent -- characteristically impish and childlike. and although the viper has not pinpointed a target to descend upon yet, she houses every intention to pounce at her mother’s ankles when a victor has been deciphered from the queen’s current battle.

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