watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
If she were not completely at home in the realm of chaos, bizarre tracings, or anything else strange and otherworldly, the youth might’ve jumped at the voice recoiling along the embankments. But she knew it well, savored a moment to roll her eyes while staring at rocky walls and surfaces, while combing through laden brush and nettles. Her feet dipped and smoothly maneuvered along the surface, barefoot traces likely stained in crimson, not a single damn given, while her eyes traced back to the foundational shores. “A potential gift,” she shrugged. “I got some here last year when I dove underneath.” She pointed to the ruby red vestiges, the glimmer of ichor, the daring provocations beneath her hums; utterly indifferent to the likelihood that not many ever craved to go below the fathoms of things scorched with memories of blood. She shook her locks and snickered, a wild, wicked, vicious grin lingering there, poised – watching for a moment as Fangorn snatched at Hai’s own presents, gobbling and swallowing the bugs whole with an appreciative growl and hiss to match. “What are you doing here?” It wasn’t an accusation, more curious and inquiring than anything else; pondering what would make him rummage along the Crimson Cataract.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
