Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Well, this training certainly needed some parameters and lines drawn – because it was getting bloodier and dumber by the moment. Her eyes narrowed briefly at the spout of blood forming along his hand, and she had half a mind to shrug it all off and away – except then the Attuned was doing some bizarre measure of consternation and worry on his face, and then…
Falling backward into the water.
She blinked once or twice, instantly suspicious (surely he’d lost far more blood than that before). But temptation reared its ugly head, even as Fangorn went closer to sniff and ensure the baker was in fact, not dead, Melita sauntered over, head tilitng in study. Then, she placed one foot on his stomach, hands and dagger upheld in obvious declaration of triumph. “Victory!”
Falling backward into the water.
She blinked once or twice, instantly suspicious (surely he’d lost far more blood than that before). But temptation reared its ugly head, even as Fangorn went closer to sniff and ensure the baker was in fact, not dead, Melita sauntered over, head tilitng in study. Then, she placed one foot on his stomach, hands and dagger upheld in obvious declaration of triumph. “Victory!”
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
