She flicked her auds as the one called Khaos spoke, and his verses brought a small coy smile to her lips. Of course you would hope so darling, she thought to herself, her banner flicking as she became more relaxed with the encounter. The big black one had thus far been so stoic after his comments on the nasty weather.
How he wounded her.
She had so hoped to see a bit of blood today, and of course was sure her little japes were understood. She loved the pandemonium she could cause, she worshiped it. It was her lifes blood in a sense, the practice of puppeteering others to bring out their worst. MMMMmmm it was delightful. She did wonder though, did the iron one even bleed like she did? Was it red? Did it plague the palate with a metal taste? She was curious, and hoped she could one day know for herself.
Her dark oculars scanned them both, taking them in and studying their features. The way they held themselves, and spoke. She noted them physically, of course, but she wanted to see what went on upstairs too. Watching them intently to decipher, what could possibly be going on in their think boxes. For if they wouldn't claim her for themselves, she would certainly lay claim to one of them.
