WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Wessex watches Locke shift, the tall, attractive specimen rapidly shrinking and skinny-ing out. It’s honestly quite an odd transition to watch, but she will - for science and research and all that. Then right behind him, she’s turning into the jaguar, coming on to her arms, fangs elongating, a tail sprouting - that, too, would be interesting to watch.
They first thing she does is smell the air - the sulphur and acridity makes her sneeze.
You got five - she shoots back with a flick of her tail before she looks back towards the way she was originally facing, mentally counting backwards. And when she’s finished, the Wraith croons through the bond and leaps up on the highest ‘safe’ rock she can find. Ready or not, here I come… The cat's eyes, almost as good as an Ascended's in the dark, hot place, begins to search for any sign of movement amongst the nearby rocks.
They first thing she does is smell the air - the sulphur and acridity makes her sneeze.
You got five - she shoots back with a flick of her tail before she looks back towards the way she was originally facing, mentally counting backwards. And when she’s finished, the Wraith croons through the bond and leaps up on the highest ‘safe’ rock she can find. Ready or not, here I come… The cat's eyes, almost as good as an Ascended's in the dark, hot place, begins to search for any sign of movement amongst the nearby rocks.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
