the moonlight is fading.

Hunting? Hmm, well, we can’t have that, can we? You’re hurting innocent people, after all. And I daresay I won’t be able to discourage you with just words… Seeing as how you’re so bent on behaving like an animal, perhaps you’d be happier being one, hm?

You shan’t be talking to me like that once I am King, Sabor. If you remember, I am still the King’s brother; they may strip me of my title and tear away all of my royal rights, but they cannot erase the bloodline. Mhm, yes pity, really, that my kin wouldn’t want a psychopathic, feral woman running around his lands, how diabolical of him. Such a sensible choice.

…You really must practice those insults of yours.

And when will that be? This lifetime? Next one? Never? You're a joke, even to the animals. Your blood is less than shit, Scar, easily spilled, don't act like it makes you worth anything. I'll speak as I like - king or not, you couldn't tame me if you tried.

How did you know I liked compliments?

Well, if you preferred me without words you should have left me where I was. I was home. I was happy. Might have saved lives... how many, four? Five people? Numbers; not my thing. Those people, all dead, near enough, all because you and yours couldn't just leave things as they were, didn't your brother love that? Speech therapist... she wasn't doing much speaking without throat.

What? But- you said… I’m really confused I’m sorry d-don’t hurt me.

Ever broken a baby's neck? Sometimes they scream. I like that.

…Why are you looking at me like that?

Oh, shut up. My uses are in killing vermin. You - your uses are? Pining after brothers? Ruling... nothing? Look to yourself before me, Scar. See who the truly useless one is. The jungle was my home. I shouldn't remind you it was your kin dragged me away, forced me into clothes, civilized me. Tried to. Your home... nowhere. Outlands, Pridelands, neither, nowhere. Ha.