daughters made claw first
Melita watched as he seemed to go through a series of emotions – unaware, really, on whether it was bouts of confusion, turmoil on some sanctimonious, pious decree, or just the general unknown. She couldn’t be the only one that always figured out weaponry and armaments first though. If so, that was very sad.
So she watched as he went amidst the motions, plunging forward on movements not yet well rehearsed. It seemed to do the trick though…haphazardly. Half-impressed and half-questioning, she pondered, one finger tapping on her chin. “Oooh…If I set up some shit for you, you think you could get it?” Her eyes went towards brush and bushes…something she could snag and lift easily, place high enough for big stabbing range instead of going for empty air and y’know. Coming up with nothing.
Not really waiting for an answer, she scurried over to some wet proportions, gathering nettles and avoiding the thorns, amidst some small bushes and placed them in the center of lower branches, like they were future victims waiting to be skewered.
So she watched as he went amidst the motions, plunging forward on movements not yet well rehearsed. It seemed to do the trick though…haphazardly. Half-impressed and half-questioning, she pondered, one finger tapping on her chin. “Oooh…If I set up some shit for you, you think you could get it?” Her eyes went towards brush and bushes…something she could snag and lift easily, place high enough for big stabbing range instead of going for empty air and y’know. Coming up with nothing.
Not really waiting for an answer, she scurried over to some wet proportions, gathering nettles and avoiding the thorns, amidst some small bushes and placed them in the center of lower branches, like they were future victims waiting to be skewered.
Melita
tiger roar and wolf bad
