↳ ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞¡! ❞
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡; a feeling of distaste swiftly turns into a feeling of pure love.
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x OC [Kxari Te Aìa Ä'...
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With a swift move, Kxari dodged the punch that was directed to her face but then a hard punch landed on her rib. A loud groan left her mouth, backing away. She kept her fighting position up. The now growing bruise ached but Kxari ignored it. Her opponent moved forward again to knee her on the same side they had punched earlier. Kxari wrapped her arm around her opponent's leg and dropped him to the ground.
With a grunt, she pounced on him and harshly planted her arm on his neck. The man let out a loud choked moan, his hand wrapped around her bicep and threw her to the ground. Her head was the first to hit the ground then her body. Kxari coughed out and propped herself up again but didn't attack. It felt like the world had stopped for a moment. Last night she had not slept a wink because of chores her father had assigned her and she hadn't eaten yet. The world was spinning and her head hurt immensely. The feeling of liquid trickled down her chin. Reaching a finger to touch it but the action was stopped when she felt a fist hit her directly in the nose.
