your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
An invisible shrug beckoned through her movements – she couldn’t give a shit about fairness. It was all about teaching, learning, and finding out at this point. She should've left the Honeybee alone on the number of occasions requested. Any sympathy had long since vanished, and Melita was bound to her audacity and boldness. And of course, whatever new tricks she had up her sleeve.you are from another time
The moment she touched the woman, the ability unfurled within her ichor. A strange sensation, given the way she’d never been amidst Attuned properties, and it took her a moment or two to not be bewildered by the exchange. However, she had more than enough time to prepare, since the youth lunged forward into snow, rather than near her.
Then she altered, a mirror image of the current tide jaguar. No longer invisible, she too donned claws and growls, enjoying the heightened awareness of predacious actions – giving a catlike grin towards her opponent – before launching directly at the hybrid’s side, intending to maul with teeth.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
