Illiana shuddered at Bianca's tone, a wicked smile upon her blood stained face, tongue running across her top lip before she bit her bottom one, resisting the urge to turn and ravage her lover for using such a tone around her. Her lover knew better than that, they knew how easy it was for them to arouse the Fire Mage's need for them… it was probably half of the reason Bianca spoke to her in such a fashion. Illiana forced herself to concentrate on the hemomancy that Bianca was trying to teach her, but it was difficult with her lover's arm about her waist.
She let out a soft groan at the feeling of Bianca's lips upon her neck, reaching behind to entwine her fingers in her lover's hair, gripping it tightly and pulled them towards her, to kiss Bianca hungrily. She snorted, running her fingertips along Bianca's bare arm, leaning into her as her own gaze flickered to the fallen bodies of their enemies. "They're like the FlameGarde, but far weaker and with less ambition than ourselves. Once, we were part of the AllGarde, Mages able to use every element, but over the centuries, and following countless arguments, the AllGarde split and formed the individual Garde Packs split. The ForestGarde are Earth Mages, like the others they see what we are doing as an abomination, but as I say, they are weak and ambition-less fools holding onto the old ideals set out when we were all one. It doesn't work, not now, nor shall it again," she snarled in response, her disdain for the other Packs clear in her tone.
She had no sympathy for these fallen fools, they had chosen to attack her, and she had proven to them that the FlameGarde were the strongest of the Garde Packs, let their corpses be found by the rest of their weak ilk, let word get round that one member of the FlameGarde, and their wonderfully unique Mate, had wiped them out without blinking an eyelid. "Let's continue the lesson, I grow tired of watching him breathe…"