bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
At the suggestion, Melita glanced at the Dreaming Well, having never been quite convinced of its power or legends – or at least, uncertain if it even held water. “I could blast him with water too,” she grinned; a more dangerous proposition, and even less likely to occur, now that she’d already applied it once through the glory and chaos of her wild magic.
Her glance went down to the…sloppier mess now though, trying to figure out if that had worked, or simply thinned out the portions of muck and grime. She saw one portion that wasn’t as thick, and then figured it’d been her actions that had created the masterpiece. What if she ended up hitting it with lightning or something…
But then Iskra was asking more questions, and she huffed a little, wondering if hitting shit with her staff would be effective. “We have weird things here in Caido, and the more you wander around, the more bizarre shit you stumble on.” And some had a clear, uncanny way of manifesting into gargantuan heights; a common theme. “Like, did you ever hear about the giant chicken?” She’d only known of it because of Nate, and his newfound legendary status, after the ridiculous show.
Sighing, she grabbed hold of her staff thereafter, and smashed it directly into some of the more gelatinous mud around her. It seemed very dismayed by the prospect, and bubbled, burst, and shrunk a bit.
Her glance went down to the…sloppier mess now though, trying to figure out if that had worked, or simply thinned out the portions of muck and grime. She saw one portion that wasn’t as thick, and then figured it’d been her actions that had created the masterpiece. What if she ended up hitting it with lightning or something…
But then Iskra was asking more questions, and she huffed a little, wondering if hitting shit with her staff would be effective. “We have weird things here in Caido, and the more you wander around, the more bizarre shit you stumble on.” And some had a clear, uncanny way of manifesting into gargantuan heights; a common theme. “Like, did you ever hear about the giant chicken?” She’d only known of it because of Nate, and his newfound legendary status, after the ridiculous show.
Sighing, she grabbed hold of her staff thereafter, and smashed it directly into some of the more gelatinous mud around her. It seemed very dismayed by the prospect, and bubbled, burst, and shrunk a bit.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
