biohazard

Tiarnán shrank into a mere shadow on the ground, but the unappeased beast rampaged on, skidding to a stop only when she stood directly over him. Ears shoved forward and tongue poked out between her clenched teeth as she snarled in Tiarnán's face, reminding him that he was a stranger here and she was in charge. The warlock had held her in thrall before, but this time, he uttered no slithery summons and she did not fear his demons. Instead, she stared boldly down at him and asked, “what do you want, warlock?” No hard feelings, of course... Just the Kesuk's paranoid, overbearing nature.