Ankyra Sound the song is not the same when we're all played out

When the male spoke Caiaphas nearly wheeled back, her slanted and half torn ears laced intricately back upon her skull when the thick accent the male boasted besieged her. A scoff was issued from her angular mouth as if his dialect offended her -- and coldly she stared him right back, her posture unwavering.

"Well, this soul does not want company." She rebuked with a dull snarl, uncaring if the male was significantly stronger and much larger than her. Astutely she studied his plaintive yet winsome muzzle, the copper that bent down it and the sharp contrast of seafoam in his gaze. In a way his markings reminded her of Psamathe, though she found the female too be much more aesthetically pleasing.

While she did not soften her resolve, she made motion to speak again. "Where are you coming from? The Sisters could use strength in their ranks." Blunt and without simpering -- an invitation one could take or leave that would have no affect on her.