Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She chose not to comment any further, tending to the work instead, watching her uncle bring over a bucket for the blood, angling, wedging, ensuring gravity could take hold and pour the ichor into place. The youth stepped back while he persisted, only lifting a brow with as much poise and dignity as she could muster; suddenly envious Nate might’ve picked up more of the language than her. A quiet little huff escaped her mouth, and she watched the life-force flow, ignoring the quip for the moment. “What’re you going to do with the blood?” Was there a medicinal purpose there too, or something else altogether?
Then she sighed, winding back to the forefront, while putting away some of the tools she didn’t require any longer, moving some buckets out of the way to make room for new ones. “I suppose. Do we have a common enemy nowadays?” Someone they all hated and despised? Kiada was reserved specially for her distinct abhorrence.
Then she sighed, winding back to the forefront, while putting away some of the tools she didn’t require any longer, moving some buckets out of the way to make room for new ones. “I suppose. Do we have a common enemy nowadays?” Someone they all hated and despised? Kiada was reserved specially for her distinct abhorrence.
Melita
