Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita’s brow arched, but she followed Jack’s gestures towards the cluster of younger individuals – two of which she recognized, but mostly one for being a giant pain in the ass. “Not really to town,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes – both Honeybee and Captain would know that had she been truly in the midst of her incandescent, and often blistering rage, the kid simply wouldn’t be around anymore. That she was a child of Safrin made her wrinkle her nose further, but given Jack’s affiliations with said goddess, she steered clear of making a remark.
Wondering why all this mattered to Jack, her eyes narrowed. “Saw her at that lightning place in the Grounds. Asked her why the fuck she was dancing around out there – she could’ve -,” well, been killed, much like Ludo’s demigod had been pummeled and mauled and simply dead. “I was trying to be helpful,” in Melita’s own way – which was to say it backfired quickly. “In the end, I was probably overwhelmed,” and traumatized, “but I told her to fuck off and she didn’t. Came after me.” She shrugged her shoulders, then took a long drink. “I used her own abilities against her – I think the worst was a bite.”
Wondering why all this mattered to Jack, her eyes narrowed. “Saw her at that lightning place in the Grounds. Asked her why the fuck she was dancing around out there – she could’ve -,” well, been killed, much like Ludo’s demigod had been pummeled and mauled and simply dead. “I was trying to be helpful,” in Melita’s own way – which was to say it backfired quickly. “In the end, I was probably overwhelmed,” and traumatized, “but I told her to fuck off and she didn’t. Came after me.” She shrugged her shoulders, then took a long drink. “I used her own abilities against her – I think the worst was a bite.”
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
