White River Canyon

Aresenn continued the lesson despite the chaos, his heavy steps audible against the ground. The girl absorbed his words, letting them weave through her mind alongside her next calculated attack. She was attuned to every sensation—the sound of his footfalls, the shift of air as he moved—immersing herself in some attempt to multitask between her focus on Sericea. His words held truth: that any other opponent wouldn’t pause to guide her but would seize any moment of distraction to strike without hesitation.

As her body collided with Sericea's, Ravana relished the impact, feeling her sister’s breath heave against the force, her own heart racing as they tangled and hit the ground. A wild grin spread across Ravana’s face, her gaze sharp and hungry as she focused solely on the sensation of Sericea beneath her, each second a delicious test of strength. She twisted to snake her limbs around her sister, jaws parting to reveal gleaming dagger-like teeth, flashing just before she lunged for Sericea’s scruff with a little more force than necessary. Not enough to pierce, no—she wouldn’t mar her sweet sister with careless bloodshed. There was something far more satisfying in holding back, in savoring the pulse beneath her teeth, the unbroken line of Sericea’s skin. She wondered if her brothers would exercise the same restraint.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"