Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita had been busier than ever; which was a first along Deepfrost, considering the Ark didn’t sail then and normally she’d just be hastening to assist with whatever LongNight brought (parties and booze and stupidity).
So, accompanied by her companions, she rampaged her way towards the outstretch of beach, waiting amidst the gathered, for her instructions. A very brief notion and semblance of options and choices was meant with rapt impulsivity, a sort of restlessness taking over where it likely shouldn’t have. “I’ll clear the area!” Because maybe there was something nearby that she could demolish.
And with that, the honeybee set off, intending to snag at driftwood and anything else impeding their task.
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Mel takes over clearing the area!
So, accompanied by her companions, she rampaged her way towards the outstretch of beach, waiting amidst the gathered, for her instructions. A very brief notion and semblance of options and choices was meant with rapt impulsivity, a sort of restlessness taking over where it likely shouldn’t have. “I’ll clear the area!” Because maybe there was something nearby that she could demolish.
And with that, the honeybee set off, intending to snag at driftwood and anything else impeding their task.
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Mel takes over clearing the area!
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
