Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
With her prowess entangled and the rock sliders’ dead, she proceeded to gather the materials needed, snagging the latter into a portion of her bag, humming while she worked. She could hear him remark on her warning, and she wrinkled her nose at the notions – it could’ve easily been her marred and wounded by the massive dog. It was a relief that Flora had been mended and tended to by Rae, but the Honeybee had to wonder how many more would become infected – driven to assist in wiping out the nasty little beasts, and ending up altered themselves.
“She’s healed now,” she offered in response, tucking the edges away and beginning to move over to where he’d been working on his own skewering and decimating. “Rae did it. But I worry it’s just going to be another eventual shitstorm.” She glanced back at him at the statement, and then to the fallen void thing as it became submerged into the fire and flames, cracks and crevices.
“She’s healed now,” she offered in response, tucking the edges away and beginning to move over to where he’d been working on his own skewering and decimating. “Rae did it. But I worry it’s just going to be another eventual shitstorm.” She glanced back at him at the statement, and then to the fallen void thing as it became submerged into the fire and flames, cracks and crevices.
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
