[Training] striking resemblance

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

It’d been a long time since Melita was ever intimidated; and it certainly wasn’t right now. Gone were the platitudes of unease, because irritation had firmly taken over the forefront of death and demise – rolling her eyes dramatically as the youth shifted into a tide jaguar. She should’ve taken the ‘fuck off’ advice.

“Oooh, real scary,” she uttered in the dullest of tones, before gently placing Fangorn down, so he could get out of the way. Sila took off from her shoulder, already knowing the impending platitudes. Melita should’ve been commended for how long her patience had blistered and fractured through; might’ve been a new record.

Before immediately drawing for her bow; and as it materialized between her hands, she snagged at her fire quiver, placing the arrow upon her string, and cooly aiming it at the beast and firing.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita