@anish-sahni The Piers - Beachfront
It's always bad weather.
It had been dry and hot - unusually so - the night she'd torn her father's throat out for control of their family's future. She remembers the distinct smell of smoke from forest fires miles off.
It had been raining, blustering and wet the night she'd killed Mattias for choosing compromise first instead of as a last resort. She remembers how hard it was to see, sinking his body into the ocean while they kept their boat from tipping them all in with him.
And now it's snowing. It's been snowing. The ocean conquers it, making sure a thin line of sand exists between the rolling waves of saltwater and the snow-coated grit that sinks in a downward slop from the piers. A few bonfires burn - the cops know not to bother them though.
Yuisa paces, ringed by her own people for the second time in as many years, staring down somebody she had thought would have her back, but it turns out he's just as soft as the rest. Just as prone to pity. Steam rolls off of her bare shoulders in the cold. It's bitter but she wouldn't know it, not with the heat blistering inside her as she calls upon that which makes her greater.
The fact that she sees not only Warwick here, circled and confused, but Cerberus mongrels too? The idea only incenses her further. When she's done with Anish, she'll do them in, too.
Her gaze, yellow-blown already, goes from the assortment of mongrels to her former friend. "To the death, then." She sneers, her bones already squeezing against her frame, making her wince. The first leg is always the turn, who has accepted their beast more? Who will become the wolf first and win the first snap of the jaw? It will be her.
