[Training] (SE) a bottle of dreams

bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones

While Melita couldn’t take credit for the following onslaught of rain and water, she certainly will glory-hound the moment with a wide, broad grin as the sparks sizzled, snap, and coincide together. Very nicely, all merciless and unrelenting, just as she yearned and loved to be – watching as it was speared and snagged and began toppling unceremoniously to the ground. “Ha,” she uttered, the grin unmistakable, wild, and rampant.

Brushing her hands together, she started putting her weaponry away, ensuring the elemental quiver remained fixed on her back amidst the many straps. “There. Piece of cake. Any other threats lingering?”

the honeybee

Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw