Herbalists' Cache cen

bullshit. this was all bullshit. her cousin sitting here, spinning the webs from his deluded mind. has he not acted first, out of pure pride? had he not let everyone bare witness to his slip, to his anger? to think this all started because she and kill-brother snuffed the life of a rogue. one that very well could have threatened the life of his spawn. 

fury simmers in her veins, and it is not quiet or dignified like her queen. lips curl, maw wrinkles in disgust. "you brought this upon yourself. are you that big of a fool to let your pride blind you?" she sneered. the calmness that typically gripped her slipping.

he spoke as if he cared for his children. but did he truly when he had nearly killed their aunt? when he nearly gotten himself killed because why, his feelings were wounded? 

the surly filth beside him regards her queen with malice. hawk leers at him; just another prideful fucking man. "they are cubs. supposed to be protected, not thrust into the face of violence." she spat. cubs that could hardly open their eyes would not know of their sire's "strength."

they would grow to fear him. but perhaps that is what they want.