Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Now feeling cheeky and a bit of an ass, the youth maneuvered some other things around the sapling, namely clusters of twigs and brush threatening to not only frame, but block it out of necessary sunlight, only turning her head back over her shoulder to address the woman. “Yup.” With a little pop at the end of her speech, completely unbothered by the notions. Anyone who’d been around vampire gourds in the past few years knew their reputations for being ankle-biting shitheads, and clustered together in a tight-knit group, they were even worse.
Fangorn made some warning indication with vines moving and rumbles towards Melita, but she was already on a roll; ignoring the fact that her companion listened quite well, and only seemed to devour insects, and any other meat he could get his tendrils on. “A bunch of them come out every Leafchange.”
Fangorn made some warning indication with vines moving and rumbles towards Melita, but she was already on a roll; ignoring the fact that her companion listened quite well, and only seemed to devour insects, and any other meat he could get his tendrils on. “A bunch of them come out every Leafchange.”
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
