Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Can’t relate” almost ran over her tongue, but she tucked it behind her teeth instead. No use in being envious because his lands had fared far better than Torchline; it’d been inevitable, given the state of fucking moon island nonsense and where it’d chosen to land. “Well, that’s good,” she said instead, piecing together none of the other things roaming through her narrowed and vehement mind. At least there were some relatively untouched.
Besides, there were things to fight and maul, and her eyes narrowed as the rock slider turned on its brethren. She readied another arrow instantly, even as he took over the notions; something very vehement and bratty nearly won her over, half-tempted to launch the armament anyway, in a very I can do it mentality instead of him taking the command.
Letting it go with a huff of air, she directed the elemental fixtures towards one of the other scaled beasts instead, preferably the one weakened already – it’d be easier, and the thing likely wouldn’t survive anyway.
Besides, there were things to fight and maul, and her eyes narrowed as the rock slider turned on its brethren. She readied another arrow instantly, even as he took over the notions; something very vehement and bratty nearly won her over, half-tempted to launch the armament anyway, in a very I can do it mentality instead of him taking the command.
Letting it go with a huff of air, she directed the elemental fixtures towards one of the other scaled beasts instead, preferably the one weakened already – it’d be easier, and the thing likely wouldn’t survive anyway.
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
