Duskfire Glacier revengeance

His words went to deaf ears, her rage already built up enough to anger a bison, she would not hear any of it. Of course he was right, about her being a bitch that is. But no one called her that, but herself if she so pleased. Veteran wasn’t going to tell her for sure.

She felt nothing when her fangs got a hold of her half sibling’s head. No sympathy, no regret. She felt his tiny little fangs reach for something on her, but uselessly they god a hold of her chest. His tiny mouth couldn’t quite do anything there but make her feel a pinch and she was less than pleased with it. Makatza was the rightful heir and princess, she should not be harmed in any way! How dared he do this? How dared he think he had anything on her in terms of battle? She would show him that he was nothing but a little whiny baby.

His little counter attack did little to nothing on her and instead she decided it would be good for him to learn the value of not letting their mean big sister get a hold of your head. She began biting down. And not gently in the least. Had she been full sized and grown up she could seriously injure him, but her still not fully developed jaws instead punctured into his face, hopefully leaving behind some scars to remind him of his stupidity for challenging her.

She began shaking her head. Like a gator getting a hold of its prey she would shake him forcefully and hopefully get him off her chest. She didn’t like the pain the pinching did and she wanted him to stop. It was too late for regret now, he had challenged her and she would not back down before he admitted being wrong. Whatever he was wrong or not, wasn’t important. He just had to surrender and submit his defeat and the fact he was wrong to even challenge her.

No one beat the princess.