Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita’s strength and ferocity might have instilled all the prowess in the world for sorting through debris and wreckage, but she wasn’t certain it would apply well in any of her blunt bedside manners. She was more apt to being the one barging ahead and demolishing titans; she’d been one of these survivors before, in so many other instances of heartache, loss, despair, and destruction.
Turning back to it now greatly reminded her of her mother, her sister, and the hordes lost in waves of annihilation – but some were out there, striving and struggling, and perhaps she could do her part to ensure they carried on a little while longer.
Sighing, she encouraged Sila to scout above, see any from her vantage points, while she and Fangorn meandered through the rubble and ruin, calling out to those hidden and buried, lingering and forlorn, pulling and tugging, reaching and clawing, for those that hadn’t perished.
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Melita, Sila, and Fangorn search and snag at survivors.
Turning back to it now greatly reminded her of her mother, her sister, and the hordes lost in waves of annihilation – but some were out there, striving and struggling, and perhaps she could do her part to ensure they carried on a little while longer.
Sighing, she encouraged Sila to scout above, see any from her vantage points, while she and Fangorn meandered through the rubble and ruin, calling out to those hidden and buried, lingering and forlorn, pulling and tugging, reaching and clawing, for those that hadn’t perished.
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Melita, Sila, and Fangorn search and snag at survivors.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
