Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Maybe we should just blow up the moon island,” she shrugged in her matter-of-fact tone. To her it’d be a worthwhile solution – then they wouldn’t have to contend with whatever or whomever else lurked there.
With that in mind though, and her eyes flickering around the vicinity, she sighed, pulling back her hair to start tying it off in a braid. “Do you want to train or something before we head back?” There were some more repairs to be done in Torchline, and she had some things to do for their other regional requirements, but the Honeybee would always take the time to beat the shit out of something.
With that in mind though, and her eyes flickering around the vicinity, she sighed, pulling back her hair to start tying it off in a braid. “Do you want to train or something before we head back?” There were some more repairs to be done in Torchline, and she had some things to do for their other regional requirements, but the Honeybee would always take the time to beat the shit out of something.
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
