Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Somehow, the smile Paige smiled made Ellyra's blood boil. She had never felt an ire come up in her so quick, and as she searched within herself to find the cause she could only find two things: her lioness nature, and her love for Safrin. It made the hair prickle along her neck as it was now exposed to the open hair from having pulled her blonde mane away from it.
"There's none better than her. At least she is doing something." Ellyra nearly growled, her voice lowered so low it was barely a whisper audible over the wind. She stepped closer again, arms crossing across her chest. "Your god, whichever one, is doing just as you are." Read: sitting on their ass.
"There's none better than her. At least she is doing something." Ellyra nearly growled, her voice lowered so low it was barely a whisper audible over the wind. She stepped closer again, arms crossing across her chest. "Your god, whichever one, is doing just as you are." Read: sitting on their ass.
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
