Solus pinned her ears, "Stop calling me that! I do not, nor did I ever, belong to that filthy rat you call Rassilon!" Her horn began to glow a light blue as her anger grew. "If you call me his 'horse' one more time, then you shall meet the same fate he did! And you will not regenerate." Xavia raised both eyebrows at Solus's outburst. "Someone's got an attitude." She muttered.



