Quenthal
Quenthal listened to Geist speak. A smirk formed on her lips as she felt him pick her up. She lay limp in his arms as he spun her around.
All this time she had kept her five vipers impassive, but with a mental command she ordered them to attack, but not inject their poison.
As quick as lightning, three shot out and raked their fangs across his left arm. The surprise made him remove his hand. As he did the fourth one bit his hand.
The fifth stayed still to see if the demon decided to swing at his Mistress. Quenthal opened her eyes and kicked Geist in the knee-cap with her boot. She wrenched her other arm out of his grasp that had tightened painfully around her.
She blew him a kiss, a rare smile spreading across her face.
Thank the infernal flames Geist was wearing shin guards that protected his knee caps. However his brow furrowed deeply, his crimson eyes flashing with a furious blaze of light when the snake headed whip lashed his arm. The grinding of their fangs made high pitched, annoying screeching as they nicked his spiked armor. One of the snake's heads became impaled on his spiked arm guards, and then pulled free, healing itself while hissing. However there was a bite to the hand which did draw blood.
"Now why the ******** would she respond with such violence to a playful act?' questioned the prince as his blood began to boil. Then the thought struck him,' She's too used to pushing p***y male drows around. She's used to their submissive nature, but how dare she think I am on the same level as those fools?! I. AM. NOT. DROW. So I refuse to be treated as such..'
The demon's nostrils flared, his eyes widening furiously as he lifted his fingers in front of his face to examine the wound.
With a vicious growl, his lips twitched, curling back revealing all of his fangs, the bridge of his nose and his furrowing brow twitched with anger as well, his crimson eyes hot as coals. He drew in one long breath, his chest rising, then expelled an earth shattering, ferocious roar, his eyes widening almost to psychotic proportions. He was no longer playing. Drawing blood was a no-no, since he'd never take that step with her... well that is, until she did what she did.
As she licked his blood, she soon found out its acidic properties, and it started to burn holes in her tongue. It was also toxic, soon she'd fall into a coma if no one helped her.
With a vicious snarl, the demon lashed his arm forward, pointing his palm at her, the look of pure malice on his dark features as he expelled Quenthal backward with a blast of telekinetic energy, so forceful that it slammed her back hard into the wall and knocked the wind out of her.
With another deep roar, sickening cracking sounds were heard as the prince's six wings ripped their way out of his back and spread to full length.
His black tattered feathers trembled, drips of acidic blood falling from the plumes and sizzling once they touched the ground.
Suddenly all his wings arose, then thrust down, creating a shower of acid, toxic blood and a murderous gust of wind that catapulted the short tempered demon prince out of the room. He busted straight through the ceiling, leaving a gaping hole... and Quental alone on the floor.
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