Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
This wasn’t going well, and they were running out of efficient tactics. No enchantments for the wyrms. No ability to see if she’d been successful with the ghost whales, though judging by the way the Ark rocked and jeered, the cannon fire hadn’t subdued them. They’d be stuck and then doomed if they stayed much longer, and the air of frustration bristled over her – irritated that she’d have to abandon her post.
Or that she couldn’t fire off the arrows infused with electricity, since her uncle had somehow managed to get himself dragon-fied and stuck in the ocean. “Can we get him out of there?” She yelled, hands cupped around her mouth to anyone who could hear – half-tempted to do it herself, if she could physically lift a frickin’ beast and hurl it out of the fathoms. There was the pondering too, if the rest of the crew wouldn’t care, and she’d be forced to do something drastic to save Sunjata. The name to call was nearly on her lips.
Instead, her jaw audibly clicked back together, a snarl rippling through her form, as she went to tend to the sails, gaze constantly watching, so they could potentially evade the ongoing shitstorm.
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Melita tends to the sails!
Or that she couldn’t fire off the arrows infused with electricity, since her uncle had somehow managed to get himself dragon-fied and stuck in the ocean. “Can we get him out of there?” She yelled, hands cupped around her mouth to anyone who could hear – half-tempted to do it herself, if she could physically lift a frickin’ beast and hurl it out of the fathoms. There was the pondering too, if the rest of the crew wouldn’t care, and she’d be forced to do something drastic to save Sunjata. The name to call was nearly on her lips.
Instead, her jaw audibly clicked back together, a snarl rippling through her form, as she went to tend to the sails, gaze constantly watching, so they could potentially evade the ongoing shitstorm.
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Melita tends to the sails!
Melita
