Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The crash and roll of the waves disguised the inevitable curse as her arrow failed to hit its mark – but not the ridiculous bout of laughter. Long limbs continued to carry her after the leopard, feet so used to the dunes, to the sand, muscles hardened from unwinding seasons doing exactly this. She crouched only for a moment to pull her armament out of the surf and swell, giving him enough time to strive and get away.
And for her to not yield. “You need to be faster than that!” By way of a howl and a tease, taunting as they continued the ridiculous game until one of them was the wiser of the duo – and could remember what it was like to rest.
{FIN}
And for her to not yield. “You need to be faster than that!” By way of a howl and a tease, taunting as they continued the ridiculous game until one of them was the wiser of the duo – and could remember what it was like to rest.
{FIN}
Melita
