Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
It would probably take way more calculation than simple demolition (the former not her forte, the latter just fine), but with the consideration in mind, Melita grinned. Something malicious and just a little feral – humming again with notions of destruction rather than what else could be waiting around the bend.
Besides, there were other things to do. “Good. I’ve got to use this tooth,” and she grabbed hold of the gargantuan thing, showing it off to her uncle – for it’d eventually be some sort of dagger. “Let’s go over there?” Hitching her bag further up her shoulder, with the prized scales within, she began to ramble over in the other direction, towards a more secluded portion without magma – just hardened portions of mantle.
{FIN}
Besides, there were other things to do. “Good. I’ve got to use this tooth,” and she grabbed hold of the gargantuan thing, showing it off to her uncle – for it’d eventually be some sort of dagger. “Let’s go over there?” Hitching her bag further up her shoulder, with the prized scales within, she began to ramble over in the other direction, towards a more secluded portion without magma – just hardened portions of mantle.
{FIN}
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
