ISKRA
Leave your words underneath my feet
Leave these demons that haunt my street
I'll find my way out and never look back
Leave these demons that haunt my street
I'll find my way out and never look back
He would have jumped the star if the vote swung that way, no ecological savior, but with everyone in similar enough mind to unload on the true problem at hand he makes no move towards the elements. "I got the rocks," he offers, figuring it best if he avoid the more flammable areas of this area where possible. Since his lightning is still so short-range, he's not too keen on relying on it and putting himself right beside the creature that can also turn him into something inflammable.
Though, beating arounded bushes here, neither metaphorically nor literally (since he took the rocks), he does have one hand on the woolen cloth in his pocket because I have to use both elements in this thread at some point, relying on the shock to be his buffer if he does find anything. Can't exactly poke around from a distance, after all. Stepping on a few stones to peer fully around the larger ones and into crevices between, Iskra searches among what he hopes isn't a self-made quarry for the beast.
Iskra picks rocks and plays I spy
Though, beating arounded bushes here, neither metaphorically nor literally (since he took the rocks), he does have one hand on the woolen cloth in his pocket because I have to use both elements in this thread at some point, relying on the shock to be his buffer if he does find anything. Can't exactly poke around from a distance, after all. Stepping on a few stones to peer fully around the larger ones and into crevices between, Iskra searches among what he hopes isn't a self-made quarry for the beast.
Iskra picks rocks and plays I spy
I was born just to drown
So bury my dreams
'Cause it's all in my head
So bury my dreams
'Cause it's all in my head
