Darkness seemed to cloud her already agitated mind as he spoke to her with his condesending tone. Her prowess as a High Priestess and Warrior were known to many creatures. She was only young compared to most High Priestess and many only chose to use magic. Her thoughts trailing slightly to the fact that she was a prized female and yet this male seemed to think she was a little girl.<br/><br/>Snapping her eyes to her blade as it melted under his touch made her tingle almost yet it was not completely anger. She fancied the strange and unknown and had been known as the first daughter of a ruling council to bed any male of any station. Not that the males had a choice. Once paralyzed by the snake venom of her pet she could do what she wished.<br/><br/>Belfien snarled darkly as her prized katana melted to nothing almost and the male began casting runes around her. A small rune floated as if on a current of unseen air to her face making her back away quickly at the heat it radiated. Hearing his words of Blood she growled and her eyes ignored the runes and went straight back to him as he readied for battle.<br/><br/>Her head cocked to the side as she heard the commotion of the patrol trying to get their eyes adjusted to the light flooding in from the open gateway. A call came from the lead male which was more questioning then anything. His words "Belfien what is the meaning of this light" seared her with anger at his use of her name. She understood males of the surface but a Drow being disrespectful was the thing that broke the spiders back. Spinning on heel quickly she smoothed her hand over her amulet and sent a great dane sized arachnid down into the darkness. Her ever keen sense always on the Male now behind her.<br/><br/>"I am not a stupid Drow and know when someone is stronger...." She pausing herself and breathing in softly as she turned back on the male. "Also if blood is all that is needed why not use a pure Drow. I am but a mistake cursed by Eilistraee to shine. The males would give it easier then I" She bowed her silver mane letting it fall into her face. She felt the need to be unpredictable with this one so faking her respect was necessary for survival.