congrats on motherhood or whatever

‘don’t think i’ll go easy on you just because i missed you. Yarra’s answering grin splits sharply across her face, a flash of teeth and black gum. “wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” Absinth deflects her blow, avoiding with that deft skill that heats Yarra’s blood. what can she say? competence is sexy.

a blow is landed on her side a moment later, teeth clamping down to gain purchase. Yarra snarls, the sound pitched with deranged glee, and she twists sharply in Absi’s grip, attempting to dislodge her with the surprise of the movement. it’s a risky manoeuvre; if Absi wanted to, she could rend flesh from bone with the momentum, but Yarra would never begrudge her lover another scar. as she twists, Yarra aims to clamp down on Absi’s shoulder, angling her head in the hope her blow doesn’t simply glance off the hard muscle there. if successful, it’ll bring them into tighter quarters, which means less opportunity fro more elaborate attacks, but Yarra pays it no mind. for all her talk, she’s a rather…straightforward woman.

pain begins to pulse in earnest down her side, as welcomingly familiar as an old friend. it’s been a while since Yarra has felt like this. green eyes flash, cutting to Absi to revel in their shared exhilaration. having fun? her gaze seems to say.

Yarrabelle vs Absinth for spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Intellectual