“Tss,” her lips released the slight hiss of disgust at Serpent’s words.  Despite his grip on her chin she kept a defiant look in her eyes and the soft features of her face.  Her skin was unnaturally warm burning from within with the blood of fire passed down from generation to generation.<br/><br/>“Anathema,” she spoke, venom dripping from each syllable, “you are all little more than animals kept on a long leash by your impotent masters.”<br/><br/>With the quick turn of her head she pulled her chin away from his hand and laid back on the pillowed floor of the tent.  “Do what you like, I’ll try to pretend to enjoy myself,” she didn’t speak about his threat, though she seemed not to believe that he could ever break her own stubborn will.  Despite her attitude and venomous words, the faint heat that emanated from her beautiful form and lush curves was an invitation so few could resist.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps it already knew what was going on between Minha and Cailana, or perhaps it was content to wait for the Prince’s return to finish its conversation.  “Outside city,” it spoke before she left, “small-building he lurks within.  Hiding secrets.  Kept us away.”  The creature’s head turned to regard its own reflection in the pool before it reached one claw out to make a gentle ripple in the water’s surface.  The disruption caught the hissing attention of some of the other Amphilisiae, but soon they returned to their quiet whispers.<br/><br/>Strangely the water continued to ripple, even after the two Exalts had left the small shrine.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Red like blood slowly slid down along the curve of her full, soft lips.  Her tongue, slick and pink slowly reached out to brush the droplet away and return her face to its beauteous, immaculate condition.  Eyes, like twin sapphires gazed out towards no one in particular, though the dark-skinned beauty was attended by a number of courtiers and comrades and cowards.  Where Orienea’s lithe form was dressed in dark, reflective fabrics, she was dressed in pale whites with an almost opalescent sheen which highlighted the generous curves of the elegant woman.  The hem of the dress at her bare feet seemed stained purposefully with a deep red like blood.<br/><br/>The red drink in her hand eventually found its way to her lush lips once again.  With the liquid emptied from the glass she set it down at the table where she sat before rising up from her seat.  Several of the others at the table with her asked after her where she was going, urging her to remain with them, but she ignored it and walked in the direction of Orienea.  The others seemed to know better than to follow her, though they were obviously disappointed by her departure.<br/><br/>“Good evening,” her voice was soft with a suggestive tone to it, “enjoying yourself so far?"<br/>