Larksong Grotto eat your kings

still a FFA right? let me know if anyone wants me to wait.

"Blasphemy!" Jhala mocked loudly, tail standing as high up as she could force it to. "You are not my superior," she snarled, taking a step closer to the so-called Heba, "You are a disrespectful stranger on my borders, threatening me and my family and my religion." The fur on her shoulders bristled, and Indra's nudge fueled both her anger and desire. Indra had tried to do something unforgivable to her sons, but this was the first time since they had arrived that the child had regarded her as anything other than a sack of fat and bones-- it was reassuring, somehow. Perhaps she'd fully forgive her for the attempted murder-- perhaps she had grown some. 

"We don't want or need to be saved, this is ridiculous," she continued, teeth bared as she glanced to Hiram, waiting for her husband to give them the final boot. The way they spoke to her? his wife? surely he wouldn't let them stay.