to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The girl was fire and vitriol, and would let the world know it in her fervent flames of movement, a crimson whirlwind of wolfish proportions and infernal contortions. A fixture of molten barbarity, she twisted and turned along the beach, bare feet sinking into the sand and lifting back up with practiced ease, unwinding, unfurling, in a graceless wake. For once, she’d pinned her hair back, as the wind had continued to drag it into her face and she couldn’t see the drawn finish line she’d instilled for herself. And now she raced past it, where Fangorn stood, watching and waiting. Eventually, slightly winded from her exertion, she rounded back towards the gourd. “Time?!” She announced, loud and breathless, heathen upon her sands. The companion grumbled something in return, clearly meant to signify a departure and arrival measure. Whether or not the girl understood it didn’t seem to matter, as she fist-pumped into the air. “All right, that's better!”But then she was distracted by another individual on the horizon, and she watched for a moment, a picturesque figment of coiled energy, predator inclusions, waiting to determine her next maneuver. As the figure grew closer though, she noted its similarity and appearance to someone she knew, and a grin immersed, entangled its way through her lips. “Harper!” She waved then, extending her arm back and forth in the sea breeze, flagging him over, ignoring the fact that there were others trailing after him, in the midst of a chase.
to be the sun
MELITA
