Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Sila, respectfully, glanced at the other dragon and ducked immediately to Melita’s shoulder. They’d been working on her bravery and shyness, but the sudden appearance had her flustered once more – Fangorn, on the other hand, waved his vines amicably again, recognizing Zavien from earlier and random spars amidst Stormbreak.
Melita recognized him too, but was far too focused on the task at hand. “I’m trying,” she stifled her sentiments suddenly, mouth clenching in frustration. “To fuck these things up,” by which she then employed her wild magic again –
And down came a rain of rubber ducks – of all varieties and shapes. Descending upon the cloud wyrms, in their own rampant mischief, satisfied the Honeybee enough to unleash a Cheshire grin. The sudden onslaught of bathtoys dismantled the creatures from the sky, so that they fell into the sea, and the smuggler could grab one in particular. “Gotcha!”
Meanwhile, a large amount of ducks floated towards Zavien, innocent and carefree.
Melita recognized him too, but was far too focused on the task at hand. “I’m trying,” she stifled her sentiments suddenly, mouth clenching in frustration. “To fuck these things up,” by which she then employed her wild magic again –
And down came a rain of rubber ducks – of all varieties and shapes. Descending upon the cloud wyrms, in their own rampant mischief, satisfied the Honeybee enough to unleash a Cheshire grin. The sudden onslaught of bathtoys dismantled the creatures from the sky, so that they fell into the sea, and the smuggler could grab one in particular. “Gotcha!”
Meanwhile, a large amount of ducks floated towards Zavien, innocent and carefree.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
