dreamers of the day are dangerous men

Last post from me, maybe. And whoops you get a novel? I haven't written this much since the Tuwawi/Njal romance days.

Xiuhcoatl's bared teeth - her form of a smile, however malevolent - flashed across her features again, but faltered as the boy spoke. She snorted when he mentioned her sister. She knew, thanks to the stories told by the other Amazons, that Tyrr had very little understanding of the Amazon ways, as well as a limited knowledge of his own mother; he had no idea what he was talking about - but there was a point to what he said. Quetzalcoatl would be devastated to learn of her son's demise should such a thing occur. But with the boy dead, Xiuhcoatl could spin the tale however she wished - her sister would heed her words, grieve, and move on. The sooner she forgot about Tezcacoatl and focused upon what was good and right about their matriarchal ways, the better.

But he refused to fight her. He refused that which Xiuhcoatl wished for the most - a death match, which would prove herself superior over him and all of the men who dared to fight their customs. Xiuhcoatl's tail lashed behind her once, twice, and then lay calmly across her hocks - but she was silent, brooding, seething.

He was arrogant, just like her. In his own way, but not so dissimilar from either Xiuhcoatl or Quetzal. It was something that ran in their blood, connecting them in a way that would have made Xiuh's skin crawl and her anger unbearable, had she truly thought about it. Tezcacoatl continued to speak and she continued to listen, only breaking her silence when she couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes. "-you can either join your sisters and join me, you can roam around these Wilds if that isn't an option-"

"Those are hardly options." She spat at him, fur bristling across her shoulders. The very idea was insulting - following a boy that should have been cast aside as a slave, such a concept was beneath her. All that Tezcacoatl should have been ruling was the gladiatorial pit. "-or you can return to Coatl's Rise without me." That wasn't an option either, and Xiuhcoatl made this perfectly clear with an obnoxious little laugh. Her chuckling rolled from her chest for a moment or two, and she shook her head.

"You will not have things your way, boy." She would be staying here, feining a role within his so-called kingdom, for as long as necessary. Xiuhcoatl would do everything in her power to make his efforts fail, and to take her Amazons back to the rise - leaving him without the bulk of his pack - and then there would be nothing for him here but the empty ice. "But I am not leaving, not yet." This was a promise, and it was clear by now she meant him ill.

Without another word, she turned from him and began to stride away. With her back facing him now, it was entirely possible that he could try and attack her for her hostile words, her vile promises. And Xiuh hoped he would try - it would give her a reason to sink her teeth in to him, after all. It was doubtful he would choose that route though, after stating he would not fight her.