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Yarra



Sephiran

The Syndicate
Sultan

Master Fighter (380)

Master Healer (245)

An icon representing the specialty Knight Knight

An icon representing the specialty Poison Master Poison Master

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1601
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
434
player
Aislyn

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04-19-2024, 04:15 PM

To say he hadn’t noticed her injuries until now would be a lie; he’d chosen not to dwell on it, figuring Yarra had done something to earn them. Assumably, she would have approached him if she were attacked out of cold blood; and he would have assembled a vicious brigade for her to yield in the name of revenge. But instead, she’d kept to herself. Sulking in her den in solitude, wasting the days away in a meaningless existence.

At least, that’s how Sephiran perceived it; he’d been wanting more from his sister, who seemed to lack initiative. Even as she emerged from the shadows of her den, greeting him with a smile and a look of compliance, he did not relax his stiff, domineering stance. With a haughty tip of his skull, Sephiran regards her with a cold, calculating gaze. A sneer pulled at his lips, as he felt betrayed by her low ambition. “Perhaps I haven’t spent enough time with you, Yarra.” He says, his gaze roving across the messy bandages that clung to her body. "You haven’t mastered any subject; instead, you meander around and you take from me.” His voice is akin to a hiss, tail flicking to and fro behind his body. Yarra might attend every ceremony and event, and she may back her brother with every fiber of her being- but that didn’t mean Sephiran was content with her bare minimums.

Suddenly, he starts to shift; his legs stepping out, knees bending to center his gravity, as he took on a battle stance. “Ready yourself.” He commands, giving her the opportunity to set her defenses before he moves to attack. Springing off his hind limbs, Sephiran attempts to barrel straight into his sister, one of his forepaws raising to try and hook over her shoulder. His jaws stay closed, for now - his intent isn’t to maim her or viciously attack - he just wants to grapple with her to practice her fighting skills.

Above them, the magnetism of the celestial event continues to shimmer down on top of them. Those vibrant hues pulsating and shimmering in the night sky, providing an ethereal backdrop that was both advantageous and challenging.  

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