yeah, she wanna vc

The manic laughter bubbling from Riot is familiar. She’s heard it from the other Saxe wolves too. The chilling sound of that cuts through the air like a jagged knife, filled with unrestrained madness and frenzied energy. Azoula also felt frenzied, but in a different sense; the impulse to protect the girl all-consuming, because she didn’t want to face the punishment she’d received if she let something happen to her. Sephiran would be livid.

The bear was thrashing, trying to dislodge her by bucking and swiping at Riot dangling from its face. Using her claws, Azoula climbs farther up its back, bracing her core to keep her center and gravity to avoid being thrown off. Once she’d near its head, she raked one of her claws across its eyes, tearing through the sclera, iris, and pupils to create a mangled, bloody mess of sinew.


”Speech”