Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She watched with the same predacious intent one might find in an Attuned, long since adapted to emboldened, audacious modes of survival and destruction. Get things before they could get you. Her eyes were pinned to the spiders, obliterated as the cannon blasted through, and then, to the vicious boom as it hit the Spire.
A wild semblance came over her – a loud whoop of glee, a semblance of pride, because gods hadn’t she hated that stupid, fucking thing and all it represented, and wouldn’t it be glorious if it would just topple over into the dirt – only to be followed by that same Cheshire grin. “Fuck yeah, you piece of shit,” she uttered to the obsidian wake still managing to stand.
At the offer of another hit, she nodded enthusiastically, racing back over to the cannon and loading it once more. Her fingers might have trembled out of sheer excitement, but she didn’t give a care, and remained efficient in her muscle memory. “Come on then,” was another whisper, and a steady pat was given to the beast as she released it once more.
A wild semblance came over her – a loud whoop of glee, a semblance of pride, because gods hadn’t she hated that stupid, fucking thing and all it represented, and wouldn’t it be glorious if it would just topple over into the dirt – only to be followed by that same Cheshire grin. “Fuck yeah, you piece of shit,” she uttered to the obsidian wake still managing to stand.
At the offer of another hit, she nodded enthusiastically, racing back over to the cannon and loading it once more. Her fingers might have trembled out of sheer excitement, but she didn’t give a care, and remained efficient in her muscle memory. “Come on then,” was another whisper, and a steady pat was given to the beast as she released it once more.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
