"...Fuсking hell, I want to go." [i]Isabella would chug down the alcohol in her drink, shaking her head a little.[/i] "Describe them. Their claws, the length of their teeth, their height and strength. Describe how you tear them down and bind them to your will, and your masterful command alone." [i]The purple-headed woman would monologue, smiling a little. She was interested now.[/i]