Luminescence

as always, it seems her brother harbours a unique talent for getting under her skin. her smug demeanour quickly falls away in the face of Seph's harsh words, and a seething rage is quick to replace it, lips twisting into a hideous snarl. his every syllable wrankles like a physical blow, and soon she's bristling like a porcupine and spitting with fury, a red mist seeming to swirl at the edges of her vision. "how dare you," she lashes, stalking closer. the skin about her face contorts into a hideous scowl, the black points of her eyes shrinking into miniscule dots. "i've remained by her side, brother-dearest, since the moment we got here. me. i didn't stray, not when Auriga vanished into thin air, not when Cifa up and fucking abandoned you for months on end." her mouth trembles with a hideous little smile, quirking up and falling away like her face can't quite decide what direction it wants to twist. the resulting expression, however, is suitably deranged, and is illuminated by the roiling colours overhead, throwing everything into violent contrast. she's practically shaking by the time his challenge is laid at her feet, and Yarra relishes this opportunity to let some of her anger bleed into the air between them. in her mind, her blood relation to Seph and her continued loyalty should he enough to cement her place within the Saxen empire - and to be informed, in no uncertain times, that this is not the case feels like a slap to her face. she's smarting from the loss of her pride, and she's glad for the opportunity to brawl with her brother, to lose herself in the clashing of her limbs on limbs. as Seph charges for her, Yarra adopts a defensive stance - feet splayed, claws gripping the earth, tail flared out behind her - and attempts to duck his blow at the last moment, hoping the suddenness of it will ensure he has no time to divert his course. regardless of its success, he still manages to hook a forepaw over her shoulder, preventing her from putting much space between them. their close quarters, however, prompts her neck to twist around as she aims to gain purchase on his scruff, teeth snapping in warning. their pelts are ablaze in colour, a distraction from the roiling mass of man before her.

WC: 1411/1500