the snow crunched under jora’s paws as she circled, muscles coiled. from one spar to the next—from faust to blackfell. across from her, her twin brother stood just as poised, just as unrelenting.
they had fought before—countless times, in training and in earnest—but no matter how many battles they waged, she never took him lightly.
a slow exhale curled in the air between them. then, without warning, she lunged, swift as a loosed arrow, aiming low to unbalance him. no words, no hesitation. he would know what this was.
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blood of my blood - by Jora - March 12, 2025, 10:51 PM
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