The whispers grew into roars and the gnawing in her stomach honestly it had been far too long until she had tasted the blood of another. Soon the sound echoed in her head almost like forwarding snapping her head to attention.
Sekhmet turned from her path and her opalescent eyes washed over the male. It was not often that Cuirass’ captives came to seek her to her out. After all, Cuirass was close by and she didn’t feel like she needed to be overly concerned with the male trying to dart away, after all, he stuck around this long.
Until the male chose to speak the multi-colored woman decided to take stock of Cuirass’ prize. The male was fairly tall and seemed a few pounds leaner than she was, honestly he had the potential to be a good opponent or even tantalizing prey. Still, she wondered by her passing glances of him if the male would even take her adviser own. Even more over outside of bringing in bodies her adviser often picked out those with purpose or value. What drew him to this male where had he been? Settling on her haunches she thought contemplatively on what valuable talent he might have.