Weakness

"I refuse."

Emni replied strongly, turning her face away from the wretch and shrugging off the offered material indignantly.

"Show some respect."

Syet growled, punching the wyvern in the gut, forcing her to fall to her knees again.

"You should be thanking my lovely daughter for even considering to make you her mate."

The eel pressed angrily.

"Go... to.... hell.."

Emni dry heaved, exhaling more smoke and growling angrily, digging her hands into the ground. These small human hands, so weak. She wanted to rip them all to shreds and feast on their bodies.