Even though the vampire appeared youthful, her very putrid, ancient soul was not. Such words spewed from Isolt's words as they attempted to act viciously and it was almost amusing to hear that bite. She was so very young and still, so... painfully human. Even though she was a vampire she hadn't lived long enough to truly be eroded and callused to time. "In comparison to me, you are nothing but a child. Mine, to be perfectly clear. Even in death, you are mine, as is he. My blood flows through your veins, or have you forgotten, my sweet Isolt?" She truly was sweet like a succulent candy, how loyal and seemingly just, and righteous, everything the feline queen was not. Didn't she know of the gift that she had given her? The life she had given her rather than taken away. She could have easily continued and ended the ruby haired woman while she held her prisoner. Yet, she didn't. She could have controlled her and made her just another one of her possessions and yet, she didn't. Risque didn't bother to contemplate such things as those wicked, piercing eyes shifted from both people in the room. She did stand, her posture almost serpentine. She was not threated, no, not in the slightest.

Risque was striking, the way her hair flowed about her, that jet blue-black hair like midnight skies was as soft as it looked. Yet, that power that filled the room, her power, was almost suffocating, there was no point in hiding it. The kind that could make your skin crawl like a thousand spider legs. She remained where she was in the room, almost commanding that space as her own. Isolt, even then spat at her maker to get out. "Or what? Are you going to stake me again?" The ethereal woman's voice unfurled with venomous whips, as though they could reach out and consume. She snapped, her eyes turned near murderous in that moment and yet her face remains eerily calm. Did she not realize how easy she has had it, a perfect little princess life in comparison to what she could have brought on her? She could have made her powerful, an impenetrable fortress had she kept her.

Tetradore had gone so quiet as though you could hear a pindrop as if he knew what could happen when Risque's temper flared. "Do you wish to make an enemy out of me, Isolt?" She purred wickedly, amusedly, her poised question like a noose placed around the red head's neck. It was up to her if she hung herself with it. Until then there was almost something anticipatory gnashing within the maleficent vampire. "Would that make Tetradore your enemy too, hm?" She used her control over all that was feline, pulling those binding chain-like lines that linked her to the were-panther and called Tetradore to her side. It was a wordless command, calling to his beast that dwelled within the very core of him.

Risque knew how much these two meant to one another and as shameless as the siren was, she had no qualms with using friend against friend. Especially since her creatures has raised an uprising against her, even if it was not successful, there wasn't a moment that passed where it was ignored. Revenge was a dish that was best served when ever it was least expected, and whenever the hell she wanted to exact it.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on