As her dished head snakes towards him, teeth barred, he swings his own to meet her movement. The smack of skull on skull detours her assult but only angers her more. Heartless and thus immortal, she feels nothing. Not the wind in her mane nor the warmth of flesh. Pain was non-existent.
Gritting her teeth, she had stopped movement. Crimsion eyes bore into the black beast with disdain. Ears didn't bother to rise from their graves along her poll to listen to his hissed words. At his statement she releases a cackled laugh. A sneer of criticism is released, "I begged for DEATH! All you gave me, you worthless heap of shit, was a gruesome scar." The thought that he had did her anything, was comical to say the least.
Tentacles creeped along her back legs and the length of her neck as she stood grinning deviously at him. Thoughts of returning his favor danced about her cranium, but what would that gain her besides satisfaction. That could come in other ways...
@[Modicum Mortem]