Ankyra Sound some truths we only see in the corners of our eyes

she had expected lusca's barbed tongue, or some icy-bladed wit -- but the umber female uttered neither. instead her voice was begotten with steel, coldness -- the lantern glow of her orange eyes wrought with forbidding command. caiaphas was shocked in the manner of a reeling drunk, momentarily displaced by the fierceness of the little mother's injunction. hurt flooded her countenance and knit a worried line on her brow; her heart sunk in her narrow ribcage.

but in moments it was lifted by flushing rage that coursed her frame. rage that she could take this away from her -- anger that she could so much as stand before her with a single demand after all caiaphas had (wrongly) done for (and to) her. her tail lashed and she lifted her slender muzzle, jutting her jaw in challenging defiance. "fuck off." unlike lusca there was no thinly veiled attempt at reining in any sort of emotion; caiaphas had laid her writhing hate bare for all the world to see.