[se] untamed and full of teeth

bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones

She didn’t jump at the sound of his voice or the cub mewling, but turned swiftly, abruptly. “Oh, hey,” because she figured he’d still be in King’s End, sovereigning about. Pretending she didn’t have something to tell him, she opted for the more obvious route. “I’m looking for gore crows or rock sliders,” she echoed again, but then pointed at the plant nearby. “Besides the best fucking rocks, of course, there’s uh…that?” The aforementioned spinebloom persisted in remaining really fucking weird – pointy and serrated, haunting and eerie, and she once more had to coax Sila and Fangorn away from its ravenous portions.

Besides all those marvelous, wonderous things, her brow arched, countering inquiries with one of her own. “What’re you doing here?”

the honeybee

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