Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
”Hey, now.” Ellyra scolded, clearly offended. She stepped a few steps closer to the stranger, feet shifting until she was ankle deep in the sand. She felt the prickle of annoyance flicker across her nape as she crossed her arms around her chest (thankful she wasn’t able to partially shift yet, else her claws might dog holes in her arms). ”Safrin is out protecting Caido, and all you’re doing is sitting on your ass.”
The lioness was ready to defend her goddess— the one who had so generously brought forth the inner secrets of her soul by attuning her. Safrin was not the problem here, and like her shift she was ready to defend what was hers.
The lioness was ready to defend her goddess— the one who had so generously brought forth the inner secrets of her soul by attuning her. Safrin was not the problem here, and like her shift she was ready to defend what was hers.
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
