Ankyra Sound shame spiral

she had afforded vlad one final kindness, and he had besotted it. for that, there would be no forgiveness.

as dark as her countenance was, it seemed only to grow darker -- a stormy expression gathered within her coruscating gaze. "your loss," the siren queen snarled before diving towards the man with teeth (ivorns) exposed. her fangs sought the bridge of his nose, his eyes -- whatever portion of his face was available for ruination -- it was a dominating gesture, one that she hoped would sunder his visage, cow him, and wrench him to the ground for his insubordination. should he fight back she would parry with outstretched limps to trip him -- should he run, she would chase him.

it never occurred to her she may be in over her head with rosalyn not so far behind -- as far as she was concerned, these two infidels were traitors and deserved death for their inaction.