Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

caiaphas did not recognize the howl, but she recognized the scent of the fucker that had nearly ripped her neck clean from her body. lifting her muzzle, the siren drank in the scent of what was a very unexpected surprise.

nearing vercingetorix, caiaphas could not help the simmer of satisfaction that edged her hawkish eyes; she had made him look that way. "you look pathetic." the siren offered, coming to stand next to illidan. a knowing smirk grew across her ugly muzzle. she recalled vercingetorix was a man fond of cheeky diatribe -- surely he was not so pathetic to refuse engaging in an old, much enjoyed past-time?

but much as caiaphas wished to barter cutting riposte with an 'old friend', there was a more pressing matter at hand. her enemy, one she'd much rather see dead, was edging far to close to her home for comfort. settling vercingetorix with a cold stare, caiaphas waited for him to answer her son's query. her gaze cut across his face in a studying stare, hoping to detect any sort of malign trick or deception if it existed