Anaesthetised, benumbed and callous sphere's the pure shade of azure glared down at the collapsed body. Sallow hairs clung to the flesh, a delicate brush then painted golden designs. In her contorted mind, The Blood Empress saw the bird's wings bent unnaturally, pleasure seeped into her emotions. How long had it been since a toy had been in her possession? Too long. Where did it come from?" The Empress was asking which family the winged idiot belonged too, she did actually know how it had all began for the little bird. A sigh passed through blood smeared lips, the burns along her side began to ache. Substituting between tingling, blazing to throbbing, The Empress struggled to continue feeling indifferent towards her new pet. Pressing her chops into each other, holding her breath and turing to gaze at her burnt side, if wasn't long until Eris realised the air as a hiss. The hair and flesh had melted and burnt away, it was obviously good evidence to use if either The Jester Queen or The King Of Dragons questioned her decision to collect a new toy. Only this toy had taken away something of hers, and The Blood Empress would have to take something of hers. Lewd eyes traveled over her pretty wings and the feathers that were attached to the flesh. Soon.

Glancing over the body now, Eris wondered if she was a pet of another herd land. It would almost be too much fun to ruin this little prize if belonged to someone else. That was something The Blood Empress wanted to know but the idiot rodent (no, she was Eris' prize now; a bird not a rat, The Empress couldn't own a rat) wasn't waking up! Bending down, Eris sniffed at her prize searching for signs of blood. Once she reached the feathers, the vermillion queen paused and studied them for a moment, they really were quite pretty.

Her little bird was adorable and as Eris' pet, she was subjected to obey the monarch's wishes. Pulling her lips back and baring her teeth, The Blood Empress pulled a single feather out, followed by another one and finally a third feather was removed. The blood still clung to Eris' coat and hair, plus with the burns, she had plenty of fresh drops. Laying the three feathers gently down onto the grass, she allowed the blood from her coat to quickly drip down onto the feather's stems. Using her magic, she kept the decorative ends of the feathers clean. Bending down into her little pile of blood so her hair spread out along the bloody grass, the vermillion queen manipulated the blood to bind the feathers into her hair. Red stands twisted around the feathers and tangled in the blood. Once she was finished, Eris stood before her prize. Two of the feathers rested behind her ears, spread out down the top of her mane. The third now hung in front of her left ear, a smile had spread on her lips.

"A healer." A command to any idiot who was not her Lady to obey. She wished to speak to her prize, wanted to groom the bird and make sure that she was in good shape before the interrogation began. Allowing a healer to be apart of this little meeting was a necessity, her little prize needed to be ready to face the consequences of her actions.