Fruition of dominion

Sephiran takes to leadership like fish to water, governing over them like he was born for the role. and he was, in a sense. even Yarrabelle can admit that he belongs there, that his rank is well warranted. still, she’s a little miffed not to be gifted a rank herself. sure, she hasn’t been as…active as some, but she’s his gods-damned sister. his full blooded littermate. while Cif and Bylgia fucked off to do who knew what, she’d remained at his side no matter how tedious his attitude. alas, she swallows these complaints down, not wanting to cause a scene. especially not when her darling Absi takes the floor, declaring her intent to challenge for a rank. Yarra rumbles her approval, eyes raking shamelessly down that lithe snowy body. oh, but if her assertiveness isn’t smoking hot. and when her cousin, Ely, joins the fray? Yarra shifts, fire burning in the pit of her stomach. ”i also volunteer to accompany my uncle,” she interjects, voice a sultry purr as she tilts her chin in the direction of the large man. having said her piece, she lounges back on her haunches and eagerly prepares to watch two beautiful women fight.