bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She grumbled in return about the Feverlands – incapable of recalling a fun time there. Unless it was beating the shit out of void nonsense. But even then, much less amusing and more of a potent chore. She bounded over a smaller portion, before landing in a thicker puddle of goop, and sighed, pondering over which range of power and demolition she should use.
Before then, however, there was Goose, and she watched as the canine glided amidst the mud as if in his most favorite place, and groaned loudly. “I just washed the ship,” she snarled at the dog. “You’re not getting back on there like that.” Maybe they could dunk him in some stream nearby. Grateful her companions had opted to be cautious around the stuff, she shook her head, but then raised it again, brow arching as Iskra questioned the event.
“Yeah so – it was huge, right,” as she widened the expanse of her hands, though she’d never be capable of showing the actual size. “My uncle was in his whale form inside it,” also stuck and ridiculous, but that was beside the point. “So it hit the walls and stuff that had been around the Fiat Lux festival, and well,” her nose wrinkled, the memory of it not something she’d tread upon in a long while. “There were a couple deaths, like Aoife, who was Ronin’s daughter, and a shit ton of injuries.”
Kicking at some of the muck that had slid over her boot, her eyes narrowed. “So I say we get rid of this shit.” At which she unleashed her wild magic, and a blast of water unfurled around her, straight into the brink.
Before then, however, there was Goose, and she watched as the canine glided amidst the mud as if in his most favorite place, and groaned loudly. “I just washed the ship,” she snarled at the dog. “You’re not getting back on there like that.” Maybe they could dunk him in some stream nearby. Grateful her companions had opted to be cautious around the stuff, she shook her head, but then raised it again, brow arching as Iskra questioned the event.
“Yeah so – it was huge, right,” as she widened the expanse of her hands, though she’d never be capable of showing the actual size. “My uncle was in his whale form inside it,” also stuck and ridiculous, but that was beside the point. “So it hit the walls and stuff that had been around the Fiat Lux festival, and well,” her nose wrinkled, the memory of it not something she’d tread upon in a long while. “There were a couple deaths, like Aoife, who was Ronin’s daughter, and a shit ton of injuries.”
Kicking at some of the muck that had slid over her boot, her eyes narrowed. “So I say we get rid of this shit.” At which she unleashed her wild magic, and a blast of water unfurled around her, straight into the brink.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
