sweat, ache, hands shake

Yarrabelle

“no, no, like this.” Yarra’s head snaps to her sister, eyes narrowed as she observes Auriga’s instructions. anyone else and she might’ve fancied ripping their spleen from their pelt just for daring to correct her - but, well, this is her sister, her most treasured Saxe. and Auriga has proven her worth, as both Saxe and sister, many times over. Yarra trusts in her abilities as deeply as she is capable, and so she does nothing but wordlessly comply, nodding as she returns to her bloody task. when the sheep has been stripped completely bare, writhing as it’s bloodied, pink flesh shimmers wetly like a newborn babe, Yarra presses herself to her sister’s side and aims to lick a stripe down Auriga’s cheek, smearing gore into her fur - the Saxe equivalent of sisterly affection.

“what now, Riga?” she pants, voice high with adrenaline and barely veiled excitement. it’s a bloody kind of thrill, the electricity of inevitable carnage, of death. it’s her song and it plays in a disjointed rhythm in her brain. “you mentioned a plan, dear sister. today i am your willing servant; merely voice what you require of me.” an unhinged, throaty cackle lifts into the air, it’s acidity enough to strip bark from trees and pluck birds from the sky.

"Speech"

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