’...weakened fools lose and run away…’ The sharp snap of his words has nothing on the sting of how deeply they pierced through her ironclad armor. Regardless of her reasons and the justifications that she could proclaim in defense of her situation, the truth was as plain as the blunt words that Lucifer tossed at her….. She was growing weak.
The snarl that curls across her ash-dusted lips is fleeting an, quickly covered again by the dismissive snort of derision. Dark limbs shift beneath her, readjusting the weight of her body into a more comfortable position, a clue that perhaps her companion might pick up on as to how quickly his company was beginning to tire her patience. (Which had never been very much to begin with). ”What exactly do you want Lucifer? So far I have not heard much of a reason as to why I should continue to waste my time on you.” Just as blunt. Just as pointed.
’.... Never touch my family….’ he begins. Nyimara’s voidless black eyes narrow to near slits. Never touch his family? Was he really forgetting who had started their little game of tit-for-tat? If she were being honest, technically, she still owed him one after that last battle. Despite that, she had yet to take out her pound of flesh. He didn’t even have anything worth taking. That was the story she told herself anyway.
When the stallion finishes his reasoning and goes back to drinking his fill, the mahogany woman takes a boldened step into the space that remained between them. Small, fluted ears snap backward as finally she lets the mask of stoic grace slide away and reveal the disdain she felt toward the beast. ”And yet, Dear Lucifer…” she purrs, her venomous tones dipped in honey. ”You have not explained to me why? Why should I give up my claim to be once more surrounded by my enemies?” Carefully, she keeps the name of her newly minted lodging quiet. She was not yet ready to share with anyone else beyond her own herd as to where it was she had ended up. Not until it was most beneficial for her and by the gods did she plan to use it.
Her finely dished profile tilts as the silvered witch gives herself a thorough shake. ”Sounds to me like you want ME to do YOU a favor and hide it beneath a fairly worthless guise of compromise. Is that about right?”