bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She watched the embers beginning to fade with some sort of withdrawn melancholy; but knowing she could simply push it forward again, at some point, gave her that renewed bout of feral tendencies. The last little flare dissipated into the small remains of the muck around them, and she withheld the wistful little sigh, as Iskra attempted to make the connections. She barked a laugh then shook her head, the wild crimson hair flicking around like its own inferno, mood bolstered before it could dim. “It’s not mine. I just copied yours,” she winked again, before rendering back to former tactics, wondering what else she could push from her own magic.
As for the more frustrating aspects of fighting alongside others who either had a death wish or were too daft for their own good, she shrugged. “I think everyone should have long range capabilities, you know? Instead of throwing themselves directly at a monster.” And maybe that was a hint for him too, should he ever end up facing the inevitable. It was Caido, after all. There was always something, even if the world called it peace.
Pinpointing her enchantments on the grime remaining nearby, she unfurled another wound portion – only to find it made the whole area erupt into applause, and she pretended to not know what that was all about. Instead, she snorted at his insinuation, but played right along. “Oh? Where are we going to wash up?” She wasn’t going in that fucking well.
As for the more frustrating aspects of fighting alongside others who either had a death wish or were too daft for their own good, she shrugged. “I think everyone should have long range capabilities, you know? Instead of throwing themselves directly at a monster.” And maybe that was a hint for him too, should he ever end up facing the inevitable. It was Caido, after all. There was always something, even if the world called it peace.
Pinpointing her enchantments on the grime remaining nearby, she unfurled another wound portion – only to find it made the whole area erupt into applause, and she pretended to not know what that was all about. Instead, she snorted at his insinuation, but played right along. “Oh? Where are we going to wash up?” She wasn’t going in that fucking well.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
