The smell and sounds of salamire were both a comfort and a panic attack. But Akkira was too irritated to even remotely think about the trouble that would await her if her lusus caught her scent. Instead Akkira was leaning against a tree on the ground throwing rocks angrily and hearing them click. She didn't want to go visit Byakko while angry, she might say something she might regret but what else could she do? And so the young redblood would pick up anything near here and chuck them until they made some sort of sound.
At one point she'd picked up something with a shell, felt it struggle in her hand and the crack satisfyingly against the tree she'd been abusing for the last little while. But nothing helped. She kept thinking of that stuck up blueblood that had thoroughly beat her not too long before. The feeling of the battle still tingling her limbs and the fluttering in her chest as she thought about the bluebloods quips and cleverness. She loathed it, and yet here she was thinking about it, her face colored with a pink blush.
"
UHHGGGGG!!!" She screamed and threw her sword at the tree irritably before bringing her knees up the her chest and hugging them.
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