SLIPPERY LITTLE SNAKE
His body language goes from alert to aggressive, and instantly her body does the same. Her ears pin against her skull, and her eyes narrow into slits to glare at him. Her lips curl above her fangs, and her skull drops to align with her shoulders and straighten out her spine. Her hackles raise along her nape and spine, and her tail lifts above her hips. Her knees bend slightly to center her gravity, and her toes splay and flex to grip the soil beneath her. If this man was looking for a fight, she would give him one he would never forget. "If you have nothing relevant to say, then get out of my way." She snarls, a loud and aggressive noise rumbling within her throat as she glares daggers at him. Marco takes a step forward, his large form aiming to stand between his master and their foe. His neck extends forward as he sniffs in the strangers direction, his low growl humming in sync with his masters. If he was here to impregnate her against her will, she wouldn't allow it. She would die fighting before she birthed the spawn of a stranger. |
