Whispers in the Dark

She coiled through the caverns, a snake, a serpent, her bizarre coloring making her an outcast even against the hateful gleam of the crystals. Her tail swung behind her, a great pendulum, careening from side to side, her lips curled back over fangs of pearly white and her demeanor became considerably colder. Her paws struck the ground with purpose and wicked intent. Golden orbs flickered as she walked and a snarl threatened to bubble in the back of her throat, for the moment, she held it at bay.

The scent of another reached her nose and her eyes narrowed further, claws scraping against the stones, ears pinned back against her cranium. She could never be left to her own devices could she? He was mad, at least from what she could tell, he spoke in circles, speaking to phantom ghosts that her keen eyes couldn't see... fantastic.

"Talking to ghosts is hazardous to your health." The snarl bubbled up through her vocals like a toxic venom. her eyes trained upon the dark pelt before her. he was colored something similar to her father, the hateful bastard. her lips coiled back over her teeth but for now she remained ready, guarded in case he sprung at her. She had to long taken abuse not to expect it now.
Speech!