24.Aug.19, 12:27 AM
Indivara smirked as the tension rose, feeling it prickling against her skin like electricity after she spoke, and before Daelyne had done more than turn in her direction. She knew she was going to be in big trouble with teh higher ups, but what the hell? She was already going to be in trouble for letting Daelyne off her leash, Indivara figured she might as well get in on the action! She could feel Venseth’s sort of amused resignation, but also his approval for her fire. He loved her fire, it was one of the things about her that had attracted the little blue back on the Sands that fateful day. Indivara’s shoulders straightened that little bit more, and she tilted her head, smirking, as Queenie chattered her agreement with what Daelyne had said.
None of the current onlookers would know Indivara was supposed to be curtailing bad behaviour, doling out punishment, not squaring up to help punch folks. That added extra adrenaline; she was a miscellaneous bluerider. Granted, all anyone would need to do was say it was a girl wearing bluerider knots and everyone would know it was her — never mind her obviously short stature and her long, dark braid. The tight leather pants, and loose gather shirt (an old one of Val’s Indivara might have purposefully accidentally shrunk so it fit her better and her mate couldn’t squeeze into it any more), her wild expression filled with mirth. Blue eyes focused on someone behind Daelyne, watching the way they seemed to shift their weight onto their toes as she baited someone behind Indivara.
“Hardly,” Indivara sneered, her vivid gaze locked on the lumbering wher of a man, watching his stupid gaze heat up when he realised he was being baited, the way he seemed to rile up and she laughed, the sound sharp and sarcastic, aimed at the wher-man. “They’re not worth the time of the day,” she added, before Daelyne asked the important question, and a maniacal smirk lit up Indivara’s face.
“Definitely.” There was no hesitation, and she cocked her head, hand on her hip as she watched the wher-man prepare to launch himself at Daelyne’s back. What a fucking coward! “Bet they couldn’t even land a punch!” Oh, no doubt some of them would get lucky, Indivara decided, sneering at wher-man as she dodged around Daelyne to intercept his leap and punch him hard and heavy in the kidneys, watching as he dropped like a stone with a grunt. Indivara laughed joyfully. “Reckon the dumb whers will try, though!” She chortled, sidestepping the guy as he staggered to his feet, and swiftly kicked him, from behind and right between the legs. She cringed at the pain he must have felt as her foot landed true, but was back and dancing on the balls of her feet before he’d even landed on the ground with a groan of agony.
“Bring it you yellow bellied wher-fucking whores!”
None of the current onlookers would know Indivara was supposed to be curtailing bad behaviour, doling out punishment, not squaring up to help punch folks. That added extra adrenaline; she was a miscellaneous bluerider. Granted, all anyone would need to do was say it was a girl wearing bluerider knots and everyone would know it was her — never mind her obviously short stature and her long, dark braid. The tight leather pants, and loose gather shirt (an old one of Val’s Indivara might have purposefully accidentally shrunk so it fit her better and her mate couldn’t squeeze into it any more), her wild expression filled with mirth. Blue eyes focused on someone behind Daelyne, watching the way they seemed to shift their weight onto their toes as she baited someone behind Indivara.
“Hardly,” Indivara sneered, her vivid gaze locked on the lumbering wher of a man, watching his stupid gaze heat up when he realised he was being baited, the way he seemed to rile up and she laughed, the sound sharp and sarcastic, aimed at the wher-man. “They’re not worth the time of the day,” she added, before Daelyne asked the important question, and a maniacal smirk lit up Indivara’s face.
“Definitely.” There was no hesitation, and she cocked her head, hand on her hip as she watched the wher-man prepare to launch himself at Daelyne’s back. What a fucking coward! “Bet they couldn’t even land a punch!” Oh, no doubt some of them would get lucky, Indivara decided, sneering at wher-man as she dodged around Daelyne to intercept his leap and punch him hard and heavy in the kidneys, watching as he dropped like a stone with a grunt. Indivara laughed joyfully. “Reckon the dumb whers will try, though!” She chortled, sidestepping the guy as he staggered to his feet, and swiftly kicked him, from behind and right between the legs. She cringed at the pain he must have felt as her foot landed true, but was back and dancing on the balls of her feet before he’d even landed on the ground with a groan of agony.
“Bring it you yellow bellied wher-fucking whores!”