For a moment the creature is a whirlwind of struggling and snarling, yearning to be free to attack, not willing to let this creature come at her with its tail and sting, not while she still had her claws and still yearned for blood. As she struggled, it looked into the eyes of its captor and saw, even with the anger and brute strength, it cried. The growl at the creature's throat started to lessen, and its piercing stare began to soften.

Something about it-no, HER, crying- pulled at the emotion of the creature, and Scorpia's pain somehow became the worse thing. It gurgled, moving its shoulders a bit, then stared back into the eyes of the tall, imposing lady.

"S--ss-S-Co--rpia. Scorrrpia. No...no...no llores."