Sleeping Dragon "I love you, Crona."

Never is it any easier.

Teeth clutch together as they pierce through skin no more delicate than her own. She severs the tie the woman has from her life in a matter of seconds as if she were nothing more than prey. She does not fight back anymore than a deer might and as the body falls limp in her grasp, Heda's jaws release. The body falls to the ground and does not move, blood oozing from the punctures in her neck. Darkened grey eyes stare down upon the body and for several seconds she stands there in silence.

It is not her first kill.

It is, however, the first kill within Drageda and the thought alone lifts Heda's head with a sick sort of pride of christening.

"Yu gonplei ste odon," she says in a voice barely above a whisper.

Blood drips from her muzzle as she raises it, squaring her shoulders and looking to one side first at Dio, then Wildfire. She meets her mate's gaze for a long moment while reality comes back to her, uncertainty creeping up the back of her mind for how she may react to what has unfolded. When Heda breaks the gaze, she licks her lips free of the metallic taste as best as she can but knows it will take a lot more for her to cleanse.

Without another word, Heda glances down once at the kill and then begins to take her leave.