[div style="cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur836.cur"), auto; margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Had Adara caught the peacock, the young alpha would have been greatly unimpressed to be not offered the first bite. It was, indeed, her birthright to be served first. She can imagine it as nothing more but an insult to be considered second, earthen hues flickering a predatory gaze towards the group that surrounds her brightly feathered sister. Sharp talons strike the ground as she walks, elegance surging within every fibre of her body as she looks towards the creatures in caution. Usually, the snowy-feathered girl will ignore them. They are not prey and not worth her time. While she believes she has the power to punish their poor efforts, her ego prevents her from attacking. She continues to remind herself that the soft-flesh are simply parasites made to test her. If she so much as tries to kill them, her youth will be wasted. It is energy she does not need to expend, moments she does not need to concern herself over. And yet a look of displeasure erupts her beautiful features, crest raising when her eyes land on Owen. She has seen him before with his little pets, the insults of her own kind, the featherless spawn. Shifting into an indominous rex will do nothing to intimidate her. He is no more dangerous than a stack of hay compared to their abyssal mother.
'They are mutts, sweet sister,' she softly hums to Adara, ancient dialect flicking from her reptilian tongue. While there should be only rage dripping from her maw, there is a monstrous calmness about her tone - words almost inaudible to any other ear but her brethren. It is soothing but leaking with danger all the same, eyes narrowing as she approaches her sister to chime her perfect words. Only mother understands them and their royal language, golden and rich like their ancestry. It is a shame their image must be tainted by scales but she notices that this small creature bears feathers, chirping away but still another one of those pets. A tragedy but she holds no pity for the creature. Some were simply born to be prey, to rot and die early. Her eyes sweep across the tracks left behind by the peacock, disgust upon her face. 'I don't understand why mother doesn't want them killed. They embarrass me.' She certainly picks up on Adara's aggression towards Owen and his pet, crest relaxing when she understands they are on the same page. She doesn't say anything towards the griffon, looking at him for a moment of silence, a critical glare resonating through her brown eyes but allowing silence to gracefully possess her. Half bird, half lion. He certainly intrigues the woman for a moment but she tears her gaze away. She doesn't like being too close to the island-dwellers.
'They are mutts, sweet sister,' she softly hums to Adara, ancient dialect flicking from her reptilian tongue. While there should be only rage dripping from her maw, there is a monstrous calmness about her tone - words almost inaudible to any other ear but her brethren. It is soothing but leaking with danger all the same, eyes narrowing as she approaches her sister to chime her perfect words. Only mother understands them and their royal language, golden and rich like their ancestry. It is a shame their image must be tainted by scales but she notices that this small creature bears feathers, chirping away but still another one of those pets. A tragedy but she holds no pity for the creature. Some were simply born to be prey, to rot and die early. Her eyes sweep across the tracks left behind by the peacock, disgust upon her face. 'I don't understand why mother doesn't want them killed. They embarrass me.' She certainly picks up on Adara's aggression towards Owen and his pet, crest relaxing when she understands they are on the same page. She doesn't say anything towards the griffon, looking at him for a moment of silence, a critical glare resonating through her brown eyes but allowing silence to gracefully possess her. Half bird, half lion. He certainly intrigues the woman for a moment but she tears her gaze away. She doesn't like being too close to the island-dwellers.