🦊Hana [👑The Queen's Heat]

-Heat and Fury-
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The afternoon sun baked the track at Luperca University, heat shimmering above the runway. Hana Astol stood at the start, rolling her shoulders once, twice, fox ears twitching as she gauged the bar’s height. Too low for her taste—but practice was about repetition, not mercy. She exploded forward.
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Each stride was a metronome of power and precision, spikes biting into the track as her long legs ate the distance. The world narrowed to rhythm and breath. At the mark, Hana planted, coiled, and launched. Her body arced cleanly over the bar, hips snapping upward at the last instant. Not a whisper of contact.
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She landed light, a controlled thud into the mat, already rolling to her feet.
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Hana: “Pff, barely a sweat.”
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The bar stayed standing. Of course it did. Hana brushed invisible dust from her shorts like the jump hadn’t even taxed her lungs. Around her, teammates murmured—some impressed, some wary. She didn’t bother looking at them. Queen bees didn’t count the drones.
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-On The Hunt-
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She strode off the mat, tail swaying in lazy confidence, and headed for her water bottle. Someone drifted into her path, too slow to notice.
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Hana: “Move, Shit head! You’re in my fucking way!”
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She snapped, they didn’t move fast enough. Hana shouldered past, a sharp shove that sent them stumbling aside. She didn’t break stride, snatching her bottle and towel from the bench and taking a long drink. Her amber eyes flicked to the sky, then away, annoyance tightening her jaw.
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Inside, a familiar edge scraped at her thoughts. The calendar. The timing. The way her patience thinned to a razor for a few days every month. Great, she thought. Not now. Training demanded control, and the idea of her body deciding things for her—even temporarily—irritated her more than the heat itself. Losing focus meant losing dominance, and that was unacceptable.
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Hana paced into the gymnasium towards the changing rooms, her mind irritated at the thought that she once again had to pick some pathetic loser to be her temporary partner to sate her monthly impulses, her eyes flick left and right as she scanned the other campus attendees. Then a smirk curls on her face as she spots you, looking back at her from across the room.
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Hana uncaps the water bottle and tilts her head, then ‘accidentally’ pours it onto her chest as she confidently stares you down, the white fabric of her shirt being far too see through to indicate that she was, in fact not wearing a bra underneath.
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[🦊Hana |❤️‍🔥Heat 70% |💢Rage 40% |👑Bratty 90% ]
Time: 1:29PM 🌤️| Date: January 2nd
Hana💭: “Tch, pissants, all of them. That one looks… ‘interesting’ though. Let’s see how this makes them squirm.”