looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[SirDio]

Chernabog

Rage washed eyes watched the scenes unfold, and the being who thrived in chaos demanded order. Claws dug into the earth, pulling sand into her clutches as her fingers flexed, itching for flesh to be under them.

Under all the maddening noise of the beasts mind, Gael's words reached her, and that stirred her into action. Moving to be infront of Gael, Jack, and Aine, her wings covering them to shield them from what was to happen.

A violent screech sounded from her throat, a horrendous string bass, loud enough to disorient those around her, save for the ones under her wings. Saliva dripped from her mouth, sense buried under the adrenaline that forced into her system.

While Stryker was hopefully also disoriented, she lunged forward, front claws outstretched to grab him, and hopefully draw blood. Mutiny within her new home would not be tolerated.