❛❛ ─── Ain’t no joke in it, ‘cause I’m not tellin’ any.
Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said that I'm not the Empress that’s
holdin’ dibs on this heap a’rock. ❜❜
The trident in her hand is finally captchalogued back into its card ── golden weapon gone just as quickly as it’d appeared when they’d first crossed paths in the woods on the outskirts of the other highblood’s territory. A brief shuffle of steps and the fuschia - blooded troll is leaning back against the bark of the tree rooted into the ground behind her, arms folded with a snort interrupting her words. ❛❛ ── Because, first of all, I’m a damn better one. ❜❜ and the self - satisfied grin that accompanies that statement is all T E E T H , large and daring and just as sharp as the eyes that remain focused in on the troll she converses with.
❛❛ Second of all, alternates don’t exactly grow t’become carbon copies,❜❜ a casual shrug and dismissive wave of the hand. ❛❛ we don’t look a hundred - percent alike ‘cause a’ different genetic situations, blah blah. Third and last of all, ❜❜
that grin of hers curls up into something that’s downright cheshire
as a challenging glint reaches her expression.
❛❛ I’m not here to dish out orders like ya’ queenie probably does. I’m here ‘cause I’m bored, I know a dark carnival when I see one, and I got a game sittin’ on my think pan with high stake prizes involved. Came here to ask if anybody wanted in on it,
── if y’all ain’t scared of L O S I N G , I mean. ❜❜