Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
What a betrayal. For all of Melita’s efforts, trainings, and concentration, it all comes to naught. The cannon went off, and she watched, watched, watched until it veered wildly off. Another backfired completely, and a series of curses sputtered from her lips, from her mouth, as the searing pain slashed across her skin. The disappointment, frustration, and pain spiraled against her, a veritable hiss in the back of her mind, along the etchings of her flesh and bone. She didn’t cry out, she didn’t mourn, but gods, did she bristle. Something to bite down, to hate, to menace about later.
Fangorn’s following grumbles went ignored for the moment, when Jack’s directions echoed. She nodded, wrapping her hand in some fabric, the youth would have to tend to it later, no time, no time at all to worry about the shooting, agonizing pain. Her arms gathered the gunpowder together, and Fangorn snagged at what he could with vines and mouth, racing across the deck to snag at the side rail.
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Melita and Fangorn follow Jack’s directions and bring the gunpowder to the side rail.
Fangorn’s following grumbles went ignored for the moment, when Jack’s directions echoed. She nodded, wrapping her hand in some fabric, the youth would have to tend to it later, no time, no time at all to worry about the shooting, agonizing pain. Her arms gathered the gunpowder together, and Fangorn snagged at what he could with vines and mouth, racing across the deck to snag at the side rail.
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Melita and Fangorn follow Jack’s directions and bring the gunpowder to the side rail.
Melita
