bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
If the little sea panther made any plans towards either Fangorn, crafty and a survivalist at heart, or Sila, shy and apprehensive, she’d have hell to pay from their bonded – but for now, Melita was contained by information and kites. She listened to the brief murmur of irritation, brow arching, wondering if the green, vibrant fields had been attacked or something, until the surmise of information. “Huh,” she echoed for a second more, eyes turning and twisting back in that direction again. “How could that be though? What would escape?” Grasps on aerial foundations or things beyond Caido’s atmosphere weren’t right up her alley – not when she’d hopped and transferred through so many worlds.
Especially seconds after. She might’ve chalked it up to ‘god shit’ again, but with Safrin news and everything else that came with, who the fuck knew anymore. Giving over her own pieces of information, minimal at best, she heaved a shrug through her shoulders. “Torchline’s got some high ass waves right now.”
Especially seconds after. She might’ve chalked it up to ‘god shit’ again, but with Safrin news and everything else that came with, who the fuck knew anymore. Giving over her own pieces of information, minimal at best, she heaved a shrug through her shoulders. “Torchline’s got some high ass waves right now.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
