Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
Maeve had her own thoughts about where Aurelia would be and if she would ever come back, but the Nightshade had been too recently abandoned by various individuals who claimed to be there for her to even consider that she'd come back. The woman grew serious as the tiger pressed forward, snarling and spitting, giving them no choice but to fight back. Maeve snapped her whip with a resounding crack, igniting the length of it with embers and flames, lashing out at the beast with a few quick strikes.
Not to simply stand by as his bonded fought for herself, Aidon reared back, unleashing a torrent of fiery breath to accompany Deimos's own flames with a roar. The Nightshade drew back as much as her reach allowed her, wincing at the heat that flashed across his skin at the torrents of flame.
Not to simply stand by as his bonded fought for herself, Aidon reared back, unleashing a torrent of fiery breath to accompany Deimos's own flames with a roar. The Nightshade drew back as much as her reach allowed her, wincing at the heat that flashed across his skin at the torrents of flame.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
