A voice would bring her to the borders, coral gaze resting on a familiar face. It had been ages since she had last seen the woman. Lips peeled back to expose daggers, eyes narrowing as her hackles bristled. This was the same girl who had trespassed, fought back, and then thought she could run away and not ever face the consequences. Silver crown lifted high, dominance radiating from her imposing figure. "You are truly a fool for showing your face here." Words came out in an angry hiss, ears pulling back against her skull. Was she stupid? Or just brave? She had been a slave once, and thought she could escape the grasp of the Queen, yet here she stood, willingly walking right back into the lions den. Anger sat heavily in her belly as she contemplated what to do with the woman. Claim her, and ensure she never escaped again. Or maim her beyond repair then send her on her way. Saliva pooled in her mouth at the prospect of spilling blood. It seemed to be all that consumed her as of late.
