Fury.

They dared to take her from her herd and her home - as abominable and temporary as said home was - and dragged her halfway across the realm. Not they - him. The giant snake with the poison-eyes. Hatred coursed through her veins as she allowed her own amber gaze to rove over the scaled body. True, her orbs may not hold the unnatural, sickly glow of the serpent's, but they held a venom all their own. It was the malignancy of insanity, the toxin of prejudice, the blight of superiority. It was enough to strike fear into many hearts over her six years of life, enough to force the last look of her victims to be one of terror as they realized that she would show no quarter, no mercy as she ripped them to shreds.

It was this very look that was on her face now, a face burning with resentment. Of course, the only quarrel she held with the snake was that he had been the medium of her capture; the remainder of her anger was reserved for those who had ordered it, those who believed themselves so far above her that they could simply demand her presence. And how wrong they were, the skyrat Sultans of the Throat - they were inferior, featherbrained creatures without an intelligent thought in their fluff-filled heads. And the shadow-mare, she was a creature of beauty and intellect, cunning and wits. She was dangerous, and she was a queen to their dictated position of servitude. And now, she was angry.

The snake asked her a question, a simple enough one at that. Kind, even, though the jackal had no patience for such kindness. They dared send a vessel without the mindset of a tormentor to take her captive? Did they truly think her so weak? Well, they would be in for a rude awakening, if they ever saw fit to show their cursed faces. She glared at her captor, deliberating. Perhaps she would not have answered, or answered cruelly, if he had been one of the impure species. But he was not. He was larger, likely stronger, and possessed some strange magic about him. She wasn't about to risk death. No, she had bigger plans. "I have been taken, Snake," she stated shortly. "I fare no better and no worse than is fitting for me at this moment."

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Walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk."
Think think think.