Cheyenne's confusion showed on her face when Talyssa alternated between so many different languages at once. The Hellhound's anger overrode other emotions and she sneered.
"Ancient Greek is a dead language, you imbecile. Only worshipers speak it and you're not one of us." She looked Talyssa up and down menacingly. "And I don't need to feed you anything to poison you."
She pulled back her lips to bare her teeth, which were now showing protruding fangs. The girl hissed like a snake and clear venom dripped from the fangs. She tongued at one, and then spat the venom on the cobblestone of the courtyard. From the spot a purple mist rose and from that, the sprout of a plant grew. It grew to maturity in a matter of seconds and produced deep purple flowers. Wolfsbane.
Cheyenne's clear blue eyes were locked on Talyssa's face. A low growl, something that would come from an animal and not a human voice, sounded from her throat. "Unless you want to see what my venom does to mortal flesh, I suggest you get out of my face."