Heron Lake Plateau improve his shining tusks

jumping in with permission from OP! ♥

on a good day, caiaphas could be described as 'quirkily malignant' -- or perhaps, 'possessing many malignant quirks' that made her dangerous and very far removed from the comfortable identity one associates with 'harmless'. at the very least, even at her most tranquil (a word that oddly seemed ill-fitted to ever ascribe caiaphas' demeanor) there was a glimmering malice that settled about her comfortable as a lionness basking in the saharan shade.

yet place a child in that mix (specifically her child), and the scarce good grace the sheba possessed was replaced by nothing short of 'batshit-fucking beserker' -- words like 'dangerous' and 'unsafe' suddenly took on a cutesy, inoffensive meaning next to the destructive image that was caiaphas' maternal instincts engaged.

there was only a blur of ominous white to announce her sudden presence; a presence that did not stop or pause nor ask questions, but rather flitted directly towards svalinn's would-be-tormented with a harpy's sunblazing fury. a blurring ball of spitting death with kill-thrusters set at mach-speed, the iniquitous fiend sped towards the beast that dared imperil her child.