if you throw me to the wolves
Delah sneers. "You know so little of what the gods are truly like. You are born here, but trapped as you were? You are no better than they are." With another hollow bark of laughter, Delah shakes her head again. "You think it was Rae's air you breathed while you were foresaken? That it was Vi who made you?"
As Amalia shifts, Delah lifts her head with perhaps something like approval in her eyes. It is good that she fights, even if it is against the inevitable. Such is the way of life.
And of death.
"No." Delah whispers to the wind, and the force increases. It slices against the owl's wings, undercutting the lift needed and instead pushing down on primary and flight feathers that have almost no hope of success.
"Down, girl." Delah commands, the gale a tyrant force now, oppressive and without room for negotiation.
As Amalia shifts, Delah lifts her head with perhaps something like approval in her eyes. It is good that she fights, even if it is against the inevitable. Such is the way of life.
And of death.
"No." Delah whispers to the wind, and the force increases. It slices against the owl's wings, undercutting the lift needed and instead pushing down on primary and flight feathers that have almost no hope of success.
"Down, girl." Delah commands, the gale a tyrant force now, oppressive and without room for negotiation.
i'll come back leading the pack
