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20.Mar.13, 08:14 AM
Indivara gave a snarled, huffing breath of success as Isscer toppled over under her, the girl getting a rush of adrenaline as she realised without too much conscious thought that she had just decked someone to whom she barely made it up his chest. Indivara brawled regularly, mostly in set ups that were clearly just that, but her bad temper and fierce rivalry were not unknown to spark worse fights, much like Isscer’s snippy remark had brought around.
The smell of blood caused Indivara’s stomach to churn, the girl losing colour in her features, but her determination not so much as wavering as she tried to punch and claw at any part of the struggling young man she could reach, not completely unaware of the fact that he was refusing to hit her in return. Pussy! Snarling under her breath, which was coming in rough pants, Indivara lashed out with her feet as he shoved her away, and an arm twined around her waist, holding her light but secure. Indivara rammed an elbow back into Ryvian’s stomach, before the sound of his voice was recognised. She didn’t apologise; instead, blue eyes flared up heatedly and her stomach gave another threatening roll.
“Let me go!” The girl wriggled viciously, but not hard enough to actually come free; the gentle pressure on her stomach quickly hitting home, and she flaked back against Ryvian when he tugged her a little closer again, heated blue eyes glaring as Isscer as he bled all over the sands. The girl’s lip twitched, a twisted sneer taking over her features. “A better one than you could ever dream of,” Indivara snarled, small fingers of one hand fisting in the front of Ryvian’s shirt; her right hand was folded protectively against her chest – it was aching, now, but it was her stomach that was giving her the most issue. Indivara was breathing heavily through her nose, attempting to control the urge to puke by focusing on the ins and outs of the simple process of each breath.
Krypth’s sudden alert had Indivara stiffening against Ryvian, gaze leaving Isscer and turning instead towards the entrance of the Sands, where Krypth – now sitting up – was looking. Indivara, slipping easily out of Ryvian’s more relaxed grip, stood up with a scowl, arms crossing under her less than impressive bust as she glared balefully up at the approaching Weyrleader. There was no regret, no shame, and no fear; Indivara’s face was still pinched from anger and (in her opinion) quite righteous fury. Krypth, who had stood and appeared to have been intent on coming to her defence, was sent a harsh glare from Indivara. and some type of recall by Jada had the gold reluctantly resuming her position, though her gaze was locked firmly on the humans.
The smell of blood caused Indivara’s stomach to churn, the girl losing colour in her features, but her determination not so much as wavering as she tried to punch and claw at any part of the struggling young man she could reach, not completely unaware of the fact that he was refusing to hit her in return. Pussy! Snarling under her breath, which was coming in rough pants, Indivara lashed out with her feet as he shoved her away, and an arm twined around her waist, holding her light but secure. Indivara rammed an elbow back into Ryvian’s stomach, before the sound of his voice was recognised. She didn’t apologise; instead, blue eyes flared up heatedly and her stomach gave another threatening roll.
“Let me go!” The girl wriggled viciously, but not hard enough to actually come free; the gentle pressure on her stomach quickly hitting home, and she flaked back against Ryvian when he tugged her a little closer again, heated blue eyes glaring as Isscer as he bled all over the sands. The girl’s lip twitched, a twisted sneer taking over her features. “A better one than you could ever dream of,” Indivara snarled, small fingers of one hand fisting in the front of Ryvian’s shirt; her right hand was folded protectively against her chest – it was aching, now, but it was her stomach that was giving her the most issue. Indivara was breathing heavily through her nose, attempting to control the urge to puke by focusing on the ins and outs of the simple process of each breath.
Krypth’s sudden alert had Indivara stiffening against Ryvian, gaze leaving Isscer and turning instead towards the entrance of the Sands, where Krypth – now sitting up – was looking. Indivara, slipping easily out of Ryvian’s more relaxed grip, stood up with a scowl, arms crossing under her less than impressive bust as she glared balefully up at the approaching Weyrleader. There was no regret, no shame, and no fear; Indivara’s face was still pinched from anger and (in her opinion) quite righteous fury. Krypth, who had stood and appeared to have been intent on coming to her defence, was sent a harsh glare from Indivara. and some type of recall by Jada had the gold reluctantly resuming her position, though her gaze was locked firmly on the humans.
