sweat, ache, hands shake
open medium prey
This is their loyalty. They are both wretched girls of blood and gore, horrible, twisted creatures-- but they are sisters, and their loyalty is deep. Soon they will find Sephiran, and they will be a full family again, but Auriga would fight for any of them; they are all her kin, and they accepted her when father would not.
That bastard. Auriga's thoughts turn to him for a moment and she has to fight the snarl that builds. No-- this sheep will meet its end. She will make it hurt, and it will be glorious.
Yarra approaches from the opposite side, and the idiot creature spins towards her. Auriga misses with her first little snap, but that's alright; she wants to see it scream, wants to hear its horror. Auriga bounds after it, tail high, stride eager; the smell of terror hits her nose and she laughs, catching up just enough to slam her side into the sheep, to send it staggering, tripping, falling. Fear-dumb eyes upturn to hers, and she allows the sheep to stand, only to bully it back towards Yarra with snaps of her jaws. They're slowly closing in on it, tightening a circle around the sheep, but there's still time to savor the chase. |
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