but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Any semblance of compassion, composure, or beneficence had long since been forged away from the girl – she was flames and ferocity, viciousness and vehemence, simmering like embers and cinders as she made her way down the beach. Her body shook with the ringing decibels of predacious cataclysms, fingers clenching tightly over pumpkin, staff, and lantern, a few feral breaths released from her savage intervals.
Why he’d continue talking to her was beyond her capacity for rationality or discourse, turning her head swiftly back in his direction, as if he were the greatest dunce who’d ever lived (which might not be the case – that was likely reserved for Sunjata, but this stranger was a close second). Her eyes narrowed, sharp and malevolent in the lantern light, just waiting for an excuse to enact another round of force and vengeance. She sneered at him (while Fangorn hissed), and gave an empty answer. “Maybe.” Indifferent to his suffering, continuing on her rampage and stampede across the dunes and sand; if he requested more of her rapacity, she’d be all the willing to grant him his wish – schisms of wrath, contempt, and discord held along her form.
Why he’d continue talking to her was beyond her capacity for rationality or discourse, turning her head swiftly back in his direction, as if he were the greatest dunce who’d ever lived (which might not be the case – that was likely reserved for Sunjata, but this stranger was a close second). Her eyes narrowed, sharp and malevolent in the lantern light, just waiting for an excuse to enact another round of force and vengeance. She sneered at him (while Fangorn hissed), and gave an empty answer. “Maybe.” Indifferent to his suffering, continuing on her rampage and stampede across the dunes and sand; if he requested more of her rapacity, she’d be all the willing to grant him his wish – schisms of wrath, contempt, and discord held along her form.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
