Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
They drew the focus back to the present, springing forth displays of power and prestige with blinks of an eye. She concentrated solely on her own vicious siege, bringing the rock slider down with potent grace and agility, before snagging at another arrow in her quiver. Advancing, her strides carried her closer, where she could maintain better aim and posture across lava rocks and footholds, narrowing her eyes as her next target sought to escape.
From her? No chance.
The armament unfurled once more in a dash of laden devastation, quickly launched and spearing through the creature. There might have been a dismal and plaintive, but wholly inadequate cry, and she watched it fall into stillness before turning her head back over her shoulder, glancing to see how her uncle worked.
“Don’t let any of them bite you,” she offered with vague but sage advice; having witnessed the bizarre interludes of Flora’s fate.
From her? No chance.
The armament unfurled once more in a dash of laden devastation, quickly launched and spearing through the creature. There might have been a dismal and plaintive, but wholly inadequate cry, and she watched it fall into stillness before turning her head back over her shoulder, glancing to see how her uncle worked.
“Don’t let any of them bite you,” she offered with vague but sage advice; having witnessed the bizarre interludes of Flora’s fate.
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
