this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender

MELITA

Capable of much skimmed and scorched over her soul, and it ignited her heart in a way that it hadn’t felt in such a long time - proud, content, happy, despite the conversation, despite the possible intervals and outlooks. “Thank you.” Maybe she was. Maybe she wasn’t. But yes, she’d always try, for better or for worse, determination and resolution set into her bones from the moment she was born – setting courses for disaster and virtue, and everything else nestled in between. What was stopping her now? Doubt? Misgivings? The friends she’d tried to make along the way, the bizarre manifestation of everything else unfolding from detrimental, deviating efforts? She sighed, releasing a breath on the fringes of her smile. Perhaps this could be her path now, striving to alleviate any damage, any more recourse, any more results of blight, pestilence, or whatever else the Ascended and their lot continued to pursue. Which meant venturing into mountains, into unknown regions, delving further and further into curiosity, letting it take hold of her – again and again and again. “Do we know what else they’re capable of?” Besides the spread of disease and death? Were there any other things to fear? Acceptance of the task finessed and fissured its way into her bones, a sensation of might curling its way into her sanction – more so than she’d had in a long, long time.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun