Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

the woman's lips thinned into a cold line as illidan spoke, but truly she was unsurprised. of course she would now be seen as something other than an individual, chattel to be moved about, a vessel for growing seed. the bitterness over not being consulted ate at erzulie, but it was not illidan's fault that they had seen only his youth and not his sheer intelligence.
"dey will not order me to leave rusalka," she said finally, her voice a steel note of finality. mintglow eyes flicked to the young wolf. "i only bowed to your mot'er. if dese two wish my loyalty, den dey will need to earn it." for merely taking a rank, or assuming the one given, did not make a leader make, and erzulie still felt the mortal wound to her pride that rosalyn was elevated above her and now saw fit to make decisions on her behalf.