Training a single wild ember
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int:
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MELITA
Melita had been underestimated almost her entire life. Brushed aside, likely for her foolishness, in her iniquitous curiosity, thought of as nothing by some elders, ignored by others in the Rift, save for family and friends. Maybe it was because she was small. Maybe it was because she was impulsive and impetuous. But gods, she was driven, she was determined, she was might and ferocity. A part of her had never backed down, had never faltered, had never stumbled into those wayward notions of nothingness; even when the blight struck, there had been a sibilance, coursing and hissing, running through her veins, orchestrating her ambitious, treacherous efforts. So no matter how many times the world looked down upon her, she erupted in flames and infernos, a molten crusade, an infernal endeavor, to ensure the earth remembered exactly who she was and what she embodied.

Strength. Commitment. Perseverance. An irreverent, emboldened tenacity.

Her weapon bounded off his ribs, and she waited for some outcry of pain that never came. Was he armored underneath? Even when he’d hit her shoulder, there’d been some semblance of aches; not enough to cease or desist her motions, but there all the same. Her brows furrowed, but she made no mention of it, dodging lightly, swift of foot, lithe and nymph-like over snow and roots, so his intentions of rippling down her shoulder again were for naught. The hit lingered on her lower arm instead, a bestial hiss pulsing through flesh, bone, and muscle, and she maneuvered her staff to the opposite hand, training with both limbs, to allow it an opportunity to rest in the recoil.

Undaunted, unafraid, just another day with the winds howling at her, with individuals looking down upon her (are you nothing? the demons would ask, smoldering in their bestial wake, and she’d say nothing, continuing to fight, to wage war), she continued with her assaults. From there, she bounded and leapt, intending to swing the staff towards his left shoulder; pondering if she could incapacitate both, entirely ignorant of his healing capabilities keeping him afloat.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down


Messages In This Thread
a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-18-2019, 10:52 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-19-2019, 02:17 AM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-21-2019, 11:36 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-22-2019, 12:44 AM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-22-2019, 06:05 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-22-2019, 06:27 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-22-2019, 10:38 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-23-2019, 01:09 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-24-2019, 11:56 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-25-2019, 12:29 AM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-26-2019, 10:44 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-28-2019, 10:36 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-28-2019, 11:19 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-29-2019, 01:05 AM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-29-2019, 05:27 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 09-29-2019, 05:43 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Melita - 09-30-2019, 11:14 PM
RE: a single wild ember - by Loren - 10-01-2019, 02:45 PM

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