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The polecat's squeaks only serve to rile Dominus up further, and his tail lashes dangerously behind him as he eyeballs the little creature. "Noms?" he asks Nyx hopefully, his feral blue gaze locked on the animal that now adorns Rexanna's shoulders. No, warns the mare. Of course, her first impressions of Rexanna are not promising, but that doesn't mean she'd like to inflict a lifetime of torn-soul misery on the woman by allowing Dominus to savage her companion. She wouldn't wish that on anybody.
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nyx. I’ve heard many things about you. That's a backhanded compliment if ever she heard one, barbed wire disguised as roses. The ironheart blinks once, twice, trying to compose herself - she loves her wordplay, does Nyx, but the vast majority of things she could possibly say would have Tembovu's precious porcelain princess blushing. "Oh? Do tell." She injects honey into her voice where she wants nothing more than to spew venom; she's pleasant and civil to the point of being sickly sweet, but her pale eyes remain as hard as iron. The faux-warm smile that lifts her lips does not reach those frigid blue orbs, which glimmer with diamond-sharp edges. It crosses her mind to channel her full inner bitch and place a caressing touch upon Tembovu's shoulder, just to show that she can. Oh, how she'd love to see Rexanna's darling little face shrivel into disgust at the sight of another woman touching the stallion she'd tamed! She wonders where on that pretty little body Rexanna keeps Tembovu's balls. After all, she seemed rather keen to keep her vice grip on them. But Nyx resists her urge, deciding that such an action would be a tad too passive aggressive. Her stony gaze narrows a fraction at the mare's question about her children. She hunts for a hidden meaning, a hint; she's sure there's one there, lost below layers of unsaid things. "They're faring marvelously, thank you," she says pleasantly. "After all, I do have the best taste in men." Her first bullets are dressed in velvet as she fires them; her tone does not change, remaining entirely sweet and innocent. It is up to Rexanna what she wants to take from Nyx's words. |
same aha I don't know why this thread makes me picture this >.> lmfao @Rexanna
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
