Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Well, Melita would have those stories and adventures she’d promised her family – she just doubted they’d be envious about them.
Nerves were high, clambering over her veins like pulsing waves, fractious, anxious, one of those frenzied moments. It made her restless, maneuvering along the planks, the deck, with too much energy. She should’ve been exhausted, but her mind was like a schism, broken up by the patterns of the sea around them, the bizarre outline of birds manifesting something formidable. Everything seemed that way out on the ocean, from storms and tempests, to animals lurking underneath fathoms; perhaps because they were so minute compared to its mass, its wake, its dominion.
Jack’s whistle, bringing attention to the issue, and subsequent proclamation didn’t help matters. A ghost whale coming closer and closer, and threatening to swallow them whole.
Gods, she’d dealt with enough monsters, and certainly had no intention of being annihilated, and devoured here.
Features rendered into malicious edges and ferocious fringes, she nodded, and ran to her cannons. Fangorn followed suit, dutifully poised behind her, while she manifested their armaments, weaponry, and whatever fire they’d require. Another notion sprung up, and she called over the rest of the crew. “I have some elemental arrows too! Electric, fire, and ice!” The vampire gourd received her next nod, and went to go retrieve the quiver – in case that swiftly became an option.
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Melita goes to man the cannons and offers up using her arrows too!
Nerves were high, clambering over her veins like pulsing waves, fractious, anxious, one of those frenzied moments. It made her restless, maneuvering along the planks, the deck, with too much energy. She should’ve been exhausted, but her mind was like a schism, broken up by the patterns of the sea around them, the bizarre outline of birds manifesting something formidable. Everything seemed that way out on the ocean, from storms and tempests, to animals lurking underneath fathoms; perhaps because they were so minute compared to its mass, its wake, its dominion.
Jack’s whistle, bringing attention to the issue, and subsequent proclamation didn’t help matters. A ghost whale coming closer and closer, and threatening to swallow them whole.
Gods, she’d dealt with enough monsters, and certainly had no intention of being annihilated, and devoured here.
Features rendered into malicious edges and ferocious fringes, she nodded, and ran to her cannons. Fangorn followed suit, dutifully poised behind her, while she manifested their armaments, weaponry, and whatever fire they’d require. Another notion sprung up, and she called over the rest of the crew. “I have some elemental arrows too! Electric, fire, and ice!” The vampire gourd received her next nod, and went to go retrieve the quiver – in case that swiftly became an option.
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Melita goes to man the cannons and offers up using her arrows too!
Melita
