Natticulus…..

With the queens sudden departure and Bette in complete fascination with the military weaponry Gaia was left to roam the military compound on her own. The Natticulus army facility was extremely high end containing the latest armor, transportation, and battle tactics. While gazing around she notices a section of the compound was heavily guarded by armed soldiers standing watch. Before she sought answers as to why something caught her attention. Walking towards the tent where the blacksmiths worked around the clock she entered. Entering the tent she sees massive cast iron pots filled with melted metal like the fires before her she could feel her blood pressure start to rise.

“You must be lost, “she says getting the attention of the only person in the tent besides her.

“Gaia, “she says turning around to greet her, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Pleasure? Pleasure would be to see your flesh rotting beneath the ground.”

“I don’t believe I have ever expressed to you how your words warms ones heart.”

“I’ve tempted to warm it permanently, “she says remembering the great feeling she felt when her hands were upon her throat, “Press again and see the light removed from your eyes.”

“Is that anyway to speak to a fellow sister?”

“You know shit about being a true sister.”

“There maybe truth in which you speak but I do know how lovely your wife felt beneath me.” Gaia instinctively lunged towards her. This time when her hands found Kellys throat there was no one around to help pry them off of her. The only thing standing between them was a large cast iron pot filled with melted steel sitting above a fire. Before Gaia could reach her to her surprise Kelly draws a sword forcing her to remain still.

“Awwww, and when confronted with sword the great Gaia is forced to cease.”

“One more remark about my wife I swear upon the Gods it will be your last time standing before me drawing breath!”

“I have taken all I can from both you and Bette!”

“All, you are so deserving of much more, “she yells before attempting to lung at her again but is met once again with the tip of her blade.

“A few more steps and see your flesh become one with my blade! You place brutish hands on me before and I will not see it happen again!”