Duskfire Glacier revengeance

Makatza hand’t yet recieved her punishment. Not that she deserved one anyway, she had done nothing but defend herself and teach some peasant his rightful place. The princess was not pleased with the prospect of getting punished in any way and she was fuming with anger over it. She wouldn’t tolerate it either and was keen on letting her daddy know of the injustice that was being served. Though uncertain exactly how she should find him (hadn’t seen him in a while), but she surely couldn’t go punished for what she hadn’t done! Whatever the adults thought she had done she saw nothing wrong in her own behavior, and likely never would.

She sniffed out Veteran before she could see him, and she watched him come to her with angry eyes. She had seen him at the scene of injustice, so what did the little worm want? She pressed her lips hard together. She was not in the mood for his games. Sure enough the little one of nothing wanted to play some sort of game and she was not happy about it.

He came strolling in and asked her to pick someone her own size. Talking like a big baby too.

He was right on two assumptions. She had run off from her sitter again, and yes, she had a nasty personality. Somehow, he must have missed that memo, but she had never had the time to spare for little baby. Oh, sure they shared a father, and in the that regard he wasn’t the worst of them. Makatza had little regard to anyone though, not even her real siblings did she feel keen on and their big baby talk.

She rose. She didn’t exactly tower over him, but she didn’t need to. She shot daggers through her eyes and wondered if he had really thought this threat through. She was not happy and when she wasn’t happy or getting her way, she was nastier than ever. Veteran didn’t know Makatza too well, but all he had to know was that things would always, always go her way one way or another.

”Big talk for a big baby.” Action and consequences were of another world to her, she had just tussled with someone smaller than her and gotten (wrongly) in trouble for it, but now she was about to do it again. She shot forward like a bullet fired from a gun. She came toward him with fangs open and ears pinned, no sound coming from her. Had she been a normal well-adjusted child she would just have tussled and played, but Makatza was too entitled, and she was angry for not getting her way.

She tried to bite him on his upper jaw, getting a hold of something on his face, bite it and shake it around like a wild animal. If Veteran thought he could seek out Makatza and try and bully her, he had another thing coming.

Makatza was the bully around here.

And no one did like she did.