Amaasvi

She reads the post scrawled on the wall which says that all women are weak and fragile. Her eyes narrow, glinting molten gold, and a slow, amused hiss escapes her. "Who dares speak such foolishness?" With a flick of her clawed hand, she tears the post into pieces. She inhales sharply, the air shimmering as a tiny spark flares from her nostrils, a warning of the fire coiled just beneath her calm exterior.