bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Continually unaware of Alys’s inner experiences, Melita grabbed some gloves out of her bag, pondering over the best way to conquer her newfound foe. The cactus itself was simply that, but she didn’t want to be mauled by the sharp protrusion, given what she knew about the plant. When the Abandoned simply gave her a one-word response, the Honeybee brushed it aside, funneling all her concentration and focus into the task. “Ooh, I know,” she whispered, as if just instantly struck by an idea.
Given that her staff was the one due to get upgraded, she snagged that too – testing it out with a few motions, before ultimately swinging it wide, and smashing into the nearest spine.
With absolute and chaotic glee, she gave a vicious little grin as it sailed through the air and landed nearby. “Nice,” she granted, picking it up with said gloves and then looking for a good spot for the little culprit. Finally glancing back up to Alys, she arched her brow. "Anything you need out here?" Or maybe the venture was enough, given her past circumstances.
Given that her staff was the one due to get upgraded, she snagged that too – testing it out with a few motions, before ultimately swinging it wide, and smashing into the nearest spine.
With absolute and chaotic glee, she gave a vicious little grin as it sailed through the air and landed nearby. “Nice,” she granted, picking it up with said gloves and then looking for a good spot for the little culprit. Finally glancing back up to Alys, she arched her brow. "Anything you need out here?" Or maybe the venture was enough, given her past circumstances.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
