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         Lilth began to snarl as a curtain cut her off from the view of all the pale faces. She'd never seen a congregation like it, at least an entire clan of pale faces, all wearing excess amount of cloth, staring at her. They were shouting out at her, raising their hands, all until one voice rose above them all. A male of their strange clan who came forth. Lilth noticed the body language of others, how they shyed away from him, after all body language was a large part of Lilth's life. She drew up her own conclusion and labeled him the probable chief.

She gave him her most striking stare through the crowd, a look of war and determination, an intense portrayal of pride and strength. She wanted her eyes to collide with his like boulders tumbling down a mountain pass. She wanted him to know from a look that he had kidnapped the daughter of the ClawCry settlement chief. They had locked eyes before the curtain blocked him from sight. She wasn't sure if she'd intimidated him properly. It had been a while since she'd challenged anyone.

Just in case she turned to the white men moving her cage and began to snarl at them once again. She told them how foolish their chief was and forcefully confirmed how she would crush him in a fight to the death. They took no notice of her once again and it unnerved her. Their chief couldn't possibly be stronger than her. So strong he thought rules and traditions did not apply to him...