ain’t no babysitter
Axina
Yarrabelle
Ghazi
Expert Fighter (225)
Beginner Intellectual (0)
age
2 Years
2 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
42
42
player
MalBelle
MalBelle
07-22-2024, 05:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2024, 05:04 AM by Yarrabelle. Edited 1 time in total.)
the girl is reluctant to hide behind Yarra, which, given her parentage, Yarra probably should’ve expected. still, it certainly makes her mission of keeping Absi’s daughter safe rather more difficult than initially thought. as Yarra slams into the buck’s shoulder, sinking her claws into its smooth hide, she catches sight of Araxina mawling their quarry’s leg, using her little teeth to strip skin from bone. a mix of surprise and approval wash over her; the girl is certainly a nasty little cretin.
the buck gives a sharp jerk, drawing her attention back to the present. as it waves it’s antlers threateningly through the air, Yarra rises onto her hind legs and balances herself by placing a forepaw on its neck, leveraging herself to clamber onto its back. it’s a risky move, as she has to work to keep her balance, made increasingly difficult as the buck kicks furiously and tosses its head from side to side, but Yarra sinks her teeth into the join where it’s skull meets its neck, growling low. blood bathes her tongue, fills her mouth. it’s warm, the iron-tangle igniting her senses, and for a moment Yarra simply loses herself to the familiar bliss of mindless violence. she’s best like this, reduced to nothing but a system of working parts - a weapon in the skin of a woman. the buck shrieks in pain, splitting the air with its frenzied cries, but the sound only spurs Yarra on. her teeth sink deeper, aiming for bone. Yarra has just enlighten presence of mind to let her eyes rove to the girl, however, ensuring she’s handling herself.
although, given what she’s seen today, Yarra suspects she’s doing just fine.
wc: 1366/1500
the buck gives a sharp jerk, drawing her attention back to the present. as it waves it’s antlers threateningly through the air, Yarra rises onto her hind legs and balances herself by placing a forepaw on its neck, leveraging herself to clamber onto its back. it’s a risky move, as she has to work to keep her balance, made increasingly difficult as the buck kicks furiously and tosses its head from side to side, but Yarra sinks her teeth into the join where it’s skull meets its neck, growling low. blood bathes her tongue, fills her mouth. it’s warm, the iron-tangle igniting her senses, and for a moment Yarra simply loses herself to the familiar bliss of mindless violence. she’s best like this, reduced to nothing but a system of working parts - a weapon in the skin of a woman. the buck shrieks in pain, splitting the air with its frenzied cries, but the sound only spurs Yarra on. her teeth sink deeper, aiming for bone. Yarra has just enlighten presence of mind to let her eyes rove to the girl, however, ensuring she’s handling herself.
although, given what she’s seen today, Yarra suspects she’s doing just fine.
wc: 1366/1500
