Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
“It’s actually really pretty out here,” she mentioned, mostly to herself, out of surprise as they drifted amidst the ice – the frozen sea, the spiderweb of sheets clinging to one another. She'd been expecting something else - hardened, old, teeth-clenching. Her brow arched at the skeleton protruding nearby, but she’d heard enough stories to not have to listen to any explanation on that one – just seemed odd to see the prehistoric beast in the flesh, er bone.
She’d long since stolen more of his sweaters and jackets, layered again in downy mittens and an immensely large hat that covered most of her head, save for her crimson hair that billowed out from underneath anyway. The snow pants slowed her down, but not wholly significantly, through boundless determination and spite.
The shrine in the distance wasn’t much of a surprise either, but she knew Ludo would hate it. “I’m gonna drop some offerings, and then we can hunt?” Knowing their luck, something would emerge nearby anyway. Shit always did.
She’d long since stolen more of his sweaters and jackets, layered again in downy mittens and an immensely large hat that covered most of her head, save for her crimson hair that billowed out from underneath anyway. The snow pants slowed her down, but not wholly significantly, through boundless determination and spite.
The shrine in the distance wasn’t much of a surprise either, but she knew Ludo would hate it. “I’m gonna drop some offerings, and then we can hunt?” Knowing their luck, something would emerge nearby anyway. Shit always did.
Melita
