Ankyra Sound out of chaos came the light

if the arching rise of her tail is of any indication she does not take kindly to his assumption of her submission. scarab doesn't care doesn't care doesn't care. he feels no remorse. he feels no regret, no sympathy, no anything. he is hollow hollow hollow. at least of the things he should feel. compassion and acknowledgement of his mistake. the hollowness is filling only with ire and envy and the high of power. filling too quick, like a dam ready to burst. a rush of flames along a trail of gasoline. burning burning burning. drowning drowning drowning.

her attempt to persuade him, to tell him that she did nothing wrong — correct — falls upon deaf deaf deaf ears. he hears only the roar of the ocean. the roar of his own blood surging thru him with the rapid sprint of his heart in his chest. that broken and wretched thing that has kept him alive. functioning despite how twisted and monstrous it has become.

he stalks forward, attempting to crowd her. attempting to chase her off ...and if she doesn't take the second warning this time he will snap his teeth in attack.