MABEL
And then there was nothing but empty air.
She snarled in the stretches of moonlight, where there was naught else to see or feel her rage but the depths of her own soul. She might’ve howled in the luminary glow, but instead, her hands curled into fists, over the remaining knives in her hand. “Coward,” she whispered. But now she had more information. A face. A form. A beacon of her vengeance and wrath. All she’d need to do is discover names, traces, and how to overcome the weakling’s ability to simply vanish.
Her sister’s death wouldn’t be in vain. Not if she had anything to say or do about it.
Mabel picked up the knives that had sunken into the sand, and began her journey to the closest shrine. There were questions and answers to be had.
{FIN}
She snarled in the stretches of moonlight, where there was naught else to see or feel her rage but the depths of her own soul. She might’ve howled in the luminary glow, but instead, her hands curled into fists, over the remaining knives in her hand. “Coward,” she whispered. But now she had more information. A face. A form. A beacon of her vengeance and wrath. All she’d need to do is discover names, traces, and how to overcome the weakling’s ability to simply vanish.
Her sister’s death wouldn’t be in vain. Not if she had anything to say or do about it.
Mabel picked up the knives that had sunken into the sand, and began her journey to the closest shrine. There were questions and answers to be had.
{FIN}
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see