Observing quietly she watched the small russet male. Ah, the talk of peace and war. All seem to discuss such things and yet what do talks of such peace achieve? “The Universe. What does it run on?” It was more of an open question but one she felt the deep had already provided to her. She wouldn’t fall to the misguided notion of peace. “I will survive. My own will survive. Can you…say the same?” Her tone may not have been dark but it was firm. “You question pointlessly. Things live. Things die. Things struggle to survive. Some thrive.” There was a soft growl the rumbled in her chest. The agitation in her body language and energy only seemed to grow. It was an odd thing to be a mother and though she loved her freedom, the desire to return to them was even something the deep could not drive from her as her lip peeled back slightly at the thought. She was built to show aggression, not weakness and that was something that caused her reaction to the males company to be more subtle infuriation.

The male was bold with his question concerning herself and the Apep. She was quiet for a moment contemplating how to best get her point across to the male. “Small fox. I know the Apep. The Apep knows me. His actions…bring me no concern. My pack…untouched by him. I follow no one. If he fights. I will choose…for myself. My pack…will choose themselves. Refuse to…force them. We are, our own.” Her words serious and hissed lightly enough to hold no malice behind them. While Cuirass had plans for them in showing their colors she doubted he would fight at the side of Blackthorne and she had no intention of forcing him to. It led her to question of the little Apep intended to wage war, while she had no interest in concerning herself with other packs, she and the Apep had a unique relationship that balanced on the give and take, they both wrested with no matter the worsened states in which they seemed to be able to reach. They were both vicious enough to know when they bettered as allies than adversaries.

There was a glistening within those opalescent eyes as she studied the male for a moment. “No stranger to hunting. I walk with death. My Kind. Complex. I will kill. For my children. Defend my pack. The Fields. Will run with blood.” There was a deep growl that rumbled within her chest her tail arching over her back for a moment before relaxing at her haunches recalling the male's words. “Keep your word. Keep your life today.” Maybe her words were confusing and her actions even more so but Sekhmet gave much effort into the common tongue refusing to slip into the ancient hidden tongue she loved so much. “My beasts. Delightful beasts. Some, Destructive. Some Dark. We keep old laws. Yet. We are free. I refuse to, let it change.” Now the male knew of her and what she sought in this war that he speaks of. To Sekhmet, there was no war of good and evil only one to reach the end, I finality. As part of such a universe, she would lead those who basked in the darkness and provide a haven for the wars which they chose to wage.

Speaking English.
Speaking Coptic.