bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Mulling her mind back over to the chicken, she tapped her chin while hitting the mud bluntly with her staff, watching as it seemed to fracture away from her, at the very least. “I don’t think so. It was like twenty feet or something like that,” the rumors could have exaggerated the whole ordeal. “Heading for Haulani,” waving her hand in the direction of Torchline in general, like this was a usual circumstance. “Pretty sure Nate tried to ride it…,” was a brief murmur, but then she trailed off with the story, glancing back Iskra’s way as he started yelping.
Rolling her eyes, because he really was going to have to get used to this sort of nonsense, she bee-bopped her way over, casting her weapon into the mud with regular aplomb. “Set it on fire,” she mentioned, before reaching his side and tapping lightly on his shoulder (for reasons soon to follow), and moving her staff to swing at the portions clinging to his leg – and not Iskra himself.
Rolling her eyes, because he really was going to have to get used to this sort of nonsense, she bee-bopped her way over, casting her weapon into the mud with regular aplomb. “Set it on fire,” she mentioned, before reaching his side and tapping lightly on his shoulder (for reasons soon to follow), and moving her staff to swing at the portions clinging to his leg – and not Iskra himself.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
