#primecrown

"I know you. You’re the man who was in the sky last week.” Came a little voice; it belonged to a small child, brown hair and blue eyes who seemed to harbor little fear. Only curiosity.

Though she wasn’t alone, a strange orb floated idly by her side blinking at the pale lord. It radiated a soft warmth and light.

She finds herself at a loss for words. Mostly because she so conflicted internally. Objectively speaking, the being before her was awful. There were a lot more words that came to mind but there was no need to speak them. Only one would suffice enough for the princess.

🍃🏹➳ Oh no. No no. No sir. Nuh-uh, I ain’t messin’ with you. I’m outta here. Those were her thoughts, in that order, when she heard a disturbance in the woods, went to investigate, and then turned right back around, as quietly as she could.

@primecrown​ said: The coming of Horde Prime's armada had been swift, falling upon Dominator's ship like massive chromatic locusts within the cold void of space. A face of one of the Emperor's many clones materializing on the screen within her vessel. "Glory unto Prime. You have entered restrictive space. What is your ships serial number?"

  Oh, how irritating. Of course Lord Dominator had been aware of the fleet nearby - it simply garnered 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 from her, at least for the time being. Unfortunately, it would seem the same was not the case for whoever commanded the vessels. Sharp claws tapped upon the console, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄-𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 hidden beneath her helmet as contact was requested. She let the connection hang for a moment, considering simply declining it...in the end, however, she accepted the transmission.

  The speaker immediately materialized upon her screen, message and subsequent query earning nothing but a raised brow for the longest moment. It was clear they had 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 who they were talking with. Dominator held up a claw in a gesture of ‘one moment’ while her other hand danced across the terminal, quickly gathering more data on the ships as she did so. Once satisfied with the information obtained, she returned her attention to the figure on the screen, still waiting for a response.

          “ Fair enough. You could have your way and dissect me like a lab rat. I doubt you’d find the answers you seek, only further titillating your curiosity. And you most certainly would not be able to kill me. If my words aren’t enough, then maybe you'd like a demonstration? Depending on what you want, I can do many things... I can rend your soul from your body and see what truly lies inside the blackness of your heart. Or I could really give you a show and annihilate any number of your clones singlehandedly - with your permission, of course. Mind you, it would get rather messy if I were to go all out with my savagery. I am a demon after all. Pleasantries aside, I still am a monster.

She had been aware of such instances going that far but it appeared those who had lived to see her abilities made note of it across the galaxies. Fang watched the other carefully as he spoke. Part of her felt  cautious out of habit on new people with energy such as his.