promptfic: s/d, blush

Aunor ducks into the warrens lining the Annex, flexing her hand. The Aura is still active, buzzing around and through her, and she deeply resents how much she's come to enjoy this aposematic thrill. Fear me, written in iridescent green scales rippling across her shoulders; I hunt the enemies of humanity in Vanguard blue. Don't count yourself among them.

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