Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Oh, what the fuck,” was an uttered growl, an immersion of frustration on the honeybee’s part. Gates shouldn’t have been that complicated – and yet, here they were, mucking about as if they’d never read plans before. Any and all expectations had been dashed at this point.
With a heavy, molten sigh that threatened bodily harm upon something, she turned her attentions back to the blueprints and diagrams. Another deep set of breaths bolstered more than just ungodly rage and contempt for an inanimate object, before she ground her teeth, clenched her jaw, and carried on, striving to labor forward and assist with the project.
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Melita tries to help with the gate again.
With a heavy, molten sigh that threatened bodily harm upon something, she turned her attentions back to the blueprints and diagrams. Another deep set of breaths bolstered more than just ungodly rage and contempt for an inanimate object, before she ground her teeth, clenched her jaw, and carried on, striving to labor forward and assist with the project.
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Melita tries to help with the gate again.
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
