"Ugh, what is with all the noise?" Annoyance flew from her tongue cold and biting as she emerged from the jungle that she had called home for well over a year. Her eyes of light pink searching the landscape of beach and sand to try and identify what the problem was this time around. It always looked as if the Coalition had some kind of issue going on and while that could be fun for some she needed to at least get some beauty rest in. Rather it was justified or not she hardly cared. These unimportant maggots could take their issues and problems elsewhere until she deemed it necessary to deal with. But it appeared as if someone had brought their issues to the border. A..necessary evil she supposed with what her father was currently doing and it appeared to be a very large...appetizing...thrilling problem.
She could feel saliva sliding along her tongue, drool threatening to drip between closed lips as she looked at the monstrous beast. A feast, this was surely a feast. Her eyes lingered on legs, wings, tail but she also made a note that there was fire, cracks in the skin. Lava. Had she been able to eat something like this before? She could very well damn try. It was eating so why couldn't she. Her first thought was to try and overtake the body. Throw her spirit into the beast and take control, victory would be sweeter that way but she realized then that the wild destructive force was attacking. Attacking her family. There was no thought processes to her movements. The Princess of the Isle leapt forward and pushed her pale blue form to get to Stryker. Cold settled in sharply, the air becoming frigid as she let out a sharp roar, water pouring forth to solidify into a wall of ice in front of her father, aiming to divert the claws of the beast.
She could feel saliva sliding along her tongue, drool threatening to drip between closed lips as she looked at the monstrous beast. A feast, this was surely a feast. Her eyes lingered on legs, wings, tail but she also made a note that there was fire, cracks in the skin. Lava. Had she been able to eat something like this before? She could very well damn try. It was eating so why couldn't she. Her first thought was to try and overtake the body. Throw her spirit into the beast and take control, victory would be sweeter that way but she realized then that the wild destructive force was attacking. Attacking her family. There was no thought processes to her movements. The Princess of the Isle leapt forward and pushed her pale blue form to get to Stryker. Cold settled in sharply, the air becoming frigid as she let out a sharp roar, water pouring forth to solidify into a wall of ice in front of her father, aiming to divert the claws of the beast.