Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Oh,” she offered in return, as if this hadn’t dawned on her. It probably hadn’t, really, in the grand scheme of things. Building shrines seemed like lifetimes before, but where King’s End had been newly established as far as terrain and hospitable efforts, she could fathom the need. “How’s everything going there?” She still hadn’t told him about the skyboat deal with Jack, but her mind wasn’t venturing into those entanglements today either. Instead, maybe discussions could go around prospering lands, rather than the sickening way Torchline had flooded and mired.
At his other response though, her eyes flickered over to the amount of rock sliders. They were a common place creature, hence why they’d known to come to this area, but the other one…wasn’t. “Fucks sake,” fell from her mouth quickly, and she’d already notched an icy fixture amidst her bow. “Probably about to find out.” She needed a normal rock slider scales, but she wasn’t above mauling multiple in pursuit of information.
So it would likely come as no surprise to Sunjata when she pulled the strand and let the arrow fly towards the strange, altered heathen.
At his other response though, her eyes flickered over to the amount of rock sliders. They were a common place creature, hence why they’d known to come to this area, but the other one…wasn’t. “Fucks sake,” fell from her mouth quickly, and she’d already notched an icy fixture amidst her bow. “Probably about to find out.” She needed a normal rock slider scales, but she wasn’t above mauling multiple in pursuit of information.
So it would likely come as no surprise to Sunjata when she pulled the strand and let the arrow fly towards the strange, altered heathen.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
