Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The signature sly, Cheshire smirk settled deep into the corners of her mouth the moment the arrow pierced the rodent. No sound but the snap of the icy conjectures pooled into the surroundings; unless someone was listening to the flock of birds, waiting and hovering in the distance. Holding the bow in one hand, she moved forward to snag at the massive rat, turning it over to ensure it was truly perished, the self-satisfied snicker remaining on her features as she turned to survey Ru.
Would it be a shame to just simply end the hunt there? Melita probably knew better. But temptation and vehemence ran far too deep in her veins to be hastened away so quickly – and she suspected the Valkyrie was much the same. “Yeah,” she sighed for a moment, permitting the instance to stretch out as Fangorn bobbed over to inspect. “Unless you need some for anything?” Voice on a higher, lilted tone, brow arching slightly, letting the lure settle towards Hotaru, instead of merely pulsing in the Honeybee’s essence. Some manner of logic might even be conjured. Weren’t there always plenty of mouths to feed?
Would it be a shame to just simply end the hunt there? Melita probably knew better. But temptation and vehemence ran far too deep in her veins to be hastened away so quickly – and she suspected the Valkyrie was much the same. “Yeah,” she sighed for a moment, permitting the instance to stretch out as Fangorn bobbed over to inspect. “Unless you need some for anything?” Voice on a higher, lilted tone, brow arching slightly, letting the lure settle towards Hotaru, instead of merely pulsing in the Honeybee’s essence. Some manner of logic might even be conjured. Weren’t there always plenty of mouths to feed?
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
