Hi, my name....

                    vehement snarls of protest perforate the tense atmosphere as the viper’s inflated chest cavity impacts the forelimb of a bystander as opposed to her initial target, molten gaze abruptly pinpointing the daft boy as his infantile  physique ascends -- away from her wrathful grasp. and a victorious smirk contorts the sovari’s dainty countenance as her nephew performs pitiful attempts to strike, her own jaws snapping languidly at his retreating paws in both an act of sheer defiance and presentation of intrinsic dauntlessness. she retains domineering and obstinate composure while the boy motions as if to lunge back into battle { and imminent defeat }, underdeveloped musculature flexing in preparation beneath taut flesh before the boy’s father demands peace. her adversary adheres to the behemoth’s command with ease, and the viper’s crooked grin only deepens with wry amusement as her hackles flatten upon the length of her spine, her reigning aggression noticeably subsiding -- if but momentarily. 

yet her smoldering eyes widen with shock as she finally registers her mother’s previous claims of relation, utmost horror then chiseling her features whilst her attention wavers back unto the cherished silver wraith. “mum, you’re lying?” she queries tentatively before her pupils once more ravage the unimposing form of her proclaimed kin: the supposed blood of her blood. and her eyes narrow with intensified scrutiny as it lingers upon the boy, their relation confirmed by the dappled markings located beneath his amethyst gaze -- identical to that which embellishes the area beneath her own molten gaze. “well i guess he is fat, like aster,” the viper admits stiffly before casting an affirmative glance towards her mother, nodding solemnly -- as if her mother had not indicated their relation just moments prior. 

as her nephew’s keeper addresses the sovari’s own mother as ‘mom,’ her brows furrow with evident confusion and bitter indignation, petite skull tipping backward to fully regard the monstrosity’s visage. “how come you’re all blue? me and aster and ‘santi aren’t blue. and how come you don’t live with us?” now it is the viper’s turn for excessive inquiry, scornful gaze yet stagnant upon the apparent sibling she had never acknowledged before this encounter.

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