Cica (Pronounced see-sah)
Cica’s Head Snapped around, her eyes gazed curiously at the volcanoes. –Go see what it is- a voice said to her, they did that sometimes. Voices always flitted through Cica’s mind, leaving only faint traces of their being, so faint she could only catch whispers. Her head twitched and tilted repeatedly, trying to catch more of the sound she had heard. “Tenkarst!” she snapped angrily, her jaws clacking the air close to his neck, threatening him. She did not have her usual minions with her; instead she had been pained with another flea ridden flightless freak. Her patience wore thin quickly.
-What are you waiting for- another thought asked, its dark shadow leaving marks in her mind. “I have to wait for this imbecile!” she shouted back, her jaws snapping the air around her trying to chase the Thought away. –Not fast enough- Another thought laughed at her, flitting around her brain. She clamped her jaw shut, and held her mouth closed with so much force it hurt. Another sound, another howl; her eyes went wild, and her head started twitching into what looked like very uncomfortable positions. –maybe that’s what you’re looking for- the calmest thought showed itself, it was considered the leader by the other thoughts, and it scared her the most. It would do the most damage to her, and that was saying a lot for someone who loved to fight, and loved to see the flesh being ripped from her enemy.