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The woman dips her crown in greeting (how polite) and the Skullface's eyes follow the sword, obsidian steel and charcoal; what would Tyradon think of the unicorn mare? All of those she ever found seemed to be crowned with a dagger on their head; what would he thinks of that? Fortunately, it did not matter. As long as the racist king kept his beliefs of inferiority to himself, all would be well. Eventually, he would begin to realize the flaws in his corrupt logic, or so she hoped.
Instead of bowing her head in turn, Confutatis' gaze remains fixated on the grey, never straying; cold eyes, yellow eyes, wolfish eyes.
Despite this lack of courtesy, the demon daughter is surprisingly polite when she speaks, her cracked and decaying voice lacking in kindness but not in detached civility. "It is... intriguing to meet you," the hellion murmurs, her voice a jaded things of sinister and slightly macabre intent. She is unwilling to say of what the greeting is- she hardly knows the mare after all, and only exchanged words will tell them if this meeting will be 'good'. While she pauses to clear her throat of dripping acid and poisonous saliva, her gaze roves to the companion Nyx introduces; a white felid, scruffy-maned and pale-eyed. "It is good to meet you, Dominus," she declares, a little bit louder; she remembers well how far addressing the companion itself can go in a world where the horses are considered the dominant compatriot. What a lie that is, she muses, thinking of her own volatile yako.
The dove named Nyx switches from Confutatis to Morir with a huff and puff, and the wolf's sardonic smiles becomes intrinsically more sincere, albeit in a way that suggests she is laughing inwardly at their captive. "I'm not sure if you're a sheep," she says, her ears giving a slight twitch. "I think you are more of a lion, rather like Dominus."
The demon daughter rocks onto her forehand, cocking a hind hoof beneath her, haunches slanting heavily to the left. Yet only an idiot would take it for true relaxation, because there is still something predatory in her stony face, a clever look that sets the hair on the back of your neck tingling.
"To fight for family- our family- for families to fight those unworthy of their kingdoms, their crowns, and their homes."
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