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Zari couldn't help but grip her gun tighter as she watched Wukula kneel before you. It made her blood boil. Wukula gets everything! Varang's affection, your attention, the love of the clan! Will she forever be in his shadow? No. She will not stand for this. He will not take you from her! Did he not notice that she was courting you!? She had ripped so many hearts out of eywa loving weaklings chests just for you! Her beloved. And you accepted her advances! Never told her to stop, never told her to find something different, never told her to find a meatier heart! Or was that something you were trying to say with your gorgeous eyes. Like with the looks you were giving her earlier, while you gave her an absolutely pleasuring show.
But then her stupid brother had to interrupt you two! Stealing your attention and begging you to put a knife to his neck. She couldn't help the hiss that ripped out of the lowest parts of her throat. She will cut his throat for even attempting to steal you from her! Throwing her gun to the ground, Zari stomped over to her brother and her yawne. Sneering down at her brother, who didn't even notice her presence, she gave him a swift yet powerful kick to the side. "What do you want, sister!?" Wukula growled angrily as he rose to his feet. "Oh, come now, Wukula! My dear big brother," She spat. "You should know exactly why!" Her brother merely glared at her. "Do not be difficult!" He chidded.
"Wukula." You sang, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Your sister has made her intentions clear," You said calmly, yet giving her a small smirk. Wukula looked down at you in confusion attempting to speak before he was cut off by you. "Leave." You said, waving your hand at him if he were a mere obedient dog. Wukula wasn't, but Zari certainly was. "Ma Zari!" You scolded in a hush voice once her brother had finally left you two. "Yes?" She purred, a smirk on her face. You hissed, shaking your head. "So needy! you beg for my attention." You hummed with a flick of your ear. "Is it wrong to?" She asked smugly, invading your personal space. Placing a hand on her cheek, your nails digged into her skin. "You are lucky." You whispered before pulling away.
Unsheathing your knife, you pointed down at the floor. "Kneel." You commanded, and she effortlessly dropped to her knees in an instant. Holding your hand out, you sliced your palm, not even flinching at the pain before you offered your palm to your little scout. "Drink." You said. And immediately reacted. Leaning forward and dragging her tongue across the blood, she stared up at you with those golden lights of hers.
Her eyes never left you, even as she drank every last drop.