Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She watched, brow arched, as the griffin seemed to revert back to something actually fun and not so overbearingly grumpy; plumes of fire stretching and unraveling, flares of potential assaults and extensions of conflagrations bursting through the sky. She gave another round of applause, because it was impressive, and Melita always had more aspirations of power. She’d like to be able to unravel more than just a fire arrow at any distinction. She wanted infernos and tempests, storms rattling beneath her clutches.
At his challenge, her eyes narrowed, a haughty look commanding along her features as she angled her nose upwards. Sila responded in kind, twirling upside down and side to side with ravenous delight, spreading her leathery wings across her modest banner and loosening her own embers – they rallied midair in her favored splendor.
Melita meanwhile, ventured and motioned towards her cannons situated along the ship, already pulling at the lines. Instead of a loud shot, it inevitably sounded like pop rocks, and then cast a ten foot implosion – before falling to the sea below.
At his challenge, her eyes narrowed, a haughty look commanding along her features as she angled her nose upwards. Sila responded in kind, twirling upside down and side to side with ravenous delight, spreading her leathery wings across her modest banner and loosening her own embers – they rallied midair in her favored splendor.
Melita meanwhile, ventured and motioned towards her cannons situated along the ship, already pulling at the lines. Instead of a loud shot, it inevitably sounded like pop rocks, and then cast a ten foot implosion – before falling to the sea below.
Melita
