Still Fucken Wimdy

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Yarra is largely silent as she enters this new land, Absinth at her side. when their eyes do happen to meet, however, she shoots the woman a sharp little grin, something knowing and heated and wanting. already she craves a second meeting, to get her alone so that they might…interact without the interruption of others. already the Sound seems positively brimming with life, a hoard of good little soldiers all willing to fall into line at Sephiran’s say-so. peering at Absinth out of the corner of her eye, Yarra amends this statement. some of them are.

alas, this new territory quickly pulls her from her thoughts and directs her attentions elsewhere, both in its volcanic majesty and its…temperamental weather. at first it appears rather unassuming, harmless despite the gothic appeal of its ash-laden graveyard. a volcano without lava is a predator without teeth, imposing but ultimately defenceless, unworthy of her scrutiny beyond the initial cursory glance. but then…but then. one heartbeat and Yarra is picking her way across the scorched earth, nosing at the cracks and imagining the way lava must have lit it from within - and the next she’s being pelted with twigs and various debris, the fur along her spine whipping back and forth in the tempestuous breeze. snorting in irritation, Yarra lowers her head and takes careful steps, ears tucked into her skull and eyes half-lidded to shield them from damage. the wind howls in her ears, creating a cacophony of sound so extreme it momentarily deafens her to the noises around her.

so she’s a bit slow to register the roar of combat nearby, a bit slow to parse the faint bear-scent as a real, immediate threat. the monochromatic flash of Absinth’s pelt is enough to jolt her into action, following at the woman’s heels as her companion rushes the bear. the grizzly and Kaino are two dark smudges in the distance, Kaino’s quick and agile while the bear lumbers from spot to spot, relying on its size and muscle than any real technique. silently, Yarra sneers to herself. perhaps she will take its teeth and make a necklace for herself, a morbid piece of jewellery warning off would-be predators. do not mess with the Saxes. of course, she couldn’t entirely blame the bear for its ignorance - after all, bears are stupid.

while Absinth scales it’s back, Yarra rounds the bear and dives for its face, claws slashing as she aims to mutilate its nose and eyes. even if her blows don’t land, the bear should be momentarily unbalanced, leaving it at the mercy of her viscous companions. given she’s so close, however, she’s put in direct range for a blow - the bear swings it’s forepaw and lands a hit across Yarra’s cheekbone, drawing blood. Yarra stumbles backward, momentarily stunned as she spits the blood from her mouth. it’s crimson arc is a shock against the black stone, and Yarra grins at the sight of it, displaying the point of every white tooth. shaking herself, she lunges forward and rakes her claws down it’s snout, carving long ugly gashes into its nose.

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