Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
For fucks sake.
Efforts constantly in vain, and her uncle still out there amongst and amidst the ghost whales, summoned the vicious, unrelenting haze across her eyes. She didn’t worry about the sails. She didn’t worry about the lost netting, or the torn shambles, or the god damned other conflagrations hastening around them. She cared about her family, even if they didn’t in return. Even if they forgot her. Even if she wasn’t important. Even if she didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Bound and determined, a reckless, rapacious edge clawed against her sides, and she grabbed hold of the quiver along her shoulder. Not for the flames. Not for the electricity.
The ice stung at her hands and she was blessed with the fury layered upon her bones in return, drawing her bow with graceful, poised, dignified ease; notching the arrow upon its tethers, its lines. An aim, an anthem, an oath, please, please, please layered under her breath, taken away by the wind – and she fired, hoping it would launch, it would hit, it would hinder whatever ghostly whale pinnacles notched against Sunjata, and give him a chance to escape.
No last resorts. Not yet.
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Melita fires an ice arrow towards the ghost whales.
Type: Dark
Fire/Lightning/Ice Quiver | A magical quiver with two compartments. In one, it turns any arrow placed within into a flaming projectile when shot. In the other, the arrow becomes imbued with electricity. (Made by Remi)
Type: Light
Bowstring Bracelet | At first this bracelet appears only as a length of intricately braided bowstring. But with an arrow in hand, upon miming the action of knocking and drawing it, the user will feel a bow beneath their fingers, as if it was there all along.
Efforts constantly in vain, and her uncle still out there amongst and amidst the ghost whales, summoned the vicious, unrelenting haze across her eyes. She didn’t worry about the sails. She didn’t worry about the lost netting, or the torn shambles, or the god damned other conflagrations hastening around them. She cared about her family, even if they didn’t in return. Even if they forgot her. Even if she wasn’t important. Even if she didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Bound and determined, a reckless, rapacious edge clawed against her sides, and she grabbed hold of the quiver along her shoulder. Not for the flames. Not for the electricity.
The ice stung at her hands and she was blessed with the fury layered upon her bones in return, drawing her bow with graceful, poised, dignified ease; notching the arrow upon its tethers, its lines. An aim, an anthem, an oath, please, please, please layered under her breath, taken away by the wind – and she fired, hoping it would launch, it would hit, it would hinder whatever ghostly whale pinnacles notched against Sunjata, and give him a chance to escape.
No last resorts. Not yet.
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Melita fires an ice arrow towards the ghost whales.
Type: Dark
Fire/Lightning/Ice Quiver | A magical quiver with two compartments. In one, it turns any arrow placed within into a flaming projectile when shot. In the other, the arrow becomes imbued with electricity. (Made by Remi)
Type: Light
Bowstring Bracelet | At first this bracelet appears only as a length of intricately braided bowstring. But with an arrow in hand, upon miming the action of knocking and drawing it, the user will feel a bow beneath their fingers, as if it was there all along.
Melita
