<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/065/7/7/Dark_Elf_by_nJoo.jpg)</div><strong>Alonia Duskryn</strong><br/><br/>"Entirely," Alonia said gleefully as she grasped the insignia. It was probably charmed with more than a few insidious spells, but she would make sure to take it to some mage to dispel it before long. She frowns at the other girl and an urge rises to slap her upside the back of her head. "Breaths. Learn how to use them, mouthbreather," she said with a scowl at the other girl. What a little suck-up! Take advantage of what you can, have what you want, but sucking up like that was disgraceful for a drow, and a female at that. Honestly, a little dignity could go far with that one--after all, when you had none, even a little bit more was a comparatively huge increase.<br/><br/>"Stop making assumptions and first survive the Academy. If you die here it doesn't matter what's promised to you--and even if something were promised to you, there is no reason for them to keep their word to a no-name neonate like you," she says smugly. Asking to join a house as a warrior when you had but started your journey--it was laughable. "If you want to prove yourself, then do so not with your pretty little words, but with your actions," she closed a fist around the insignia, and held it up for emphasis. "You could start by showing your worth to me. I would be happy to see you upon the dueling arena--or elsewhere, if you would prefer someplace more... reclusive," she purrs the last word, twisting her body in a slight, almost seductive manner, though there was still something of a novice in the movement as though she had not entirely mastered her own body's sexuality. "If you're scared of course, we don't need any onlookers to see you shamed," the words come out in a whisper as her eyes lock onto EtheIzz'Min's, a mix of sensuality and raw, unbridled violence ready to rip forth. "Don't worry your pretty little head--and yes, I mean that. Very pretty," Alonia purses her lips. "People will barely be able to tell how bruised you are as long as you cover the welts. I'll try to leave your head where it is so I can admire it when you limp around," her mouth splits in a sadistic smile as her gaze becomes almost carnivorous towards the other girl.