bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She’d considered Frey’s Nature aspect, given Safrin wasn’t an option (and she wouldn’t fucking want to – let’s be real), so she nodded while obtaining necessary weaponry. Some forethought had been placed within, since she needed feathers, she didn’t want to go in with fire blazing and lose the whole lot of ‘em. Maybe she’d stick to ice.
Giving the silent warning to Sila and Fangorn alike, she advanced alongside her uncle, who seemed just as fervent, following after the echoes of MEAT until they rounded another bend in the cavern. This one had a whole host of jewels and gems as well, but also a flock of five obnoxious cretins – gazing down at them down with beady, widened eyes, perhaps hoping their prey had come to them.
Not likely; but some creatures could always dare to dream.
“Going for the one on the left,” she announced, notching her bow and letting the icy bombardments free before the birds could even begin to take flight.
Giving the silent warning to Sila and Fangorn alike, she advanced alongside her uncle, who seemed just as fervent, following after the echoes of MEAT until they rounded another bend in the cavern. This one had a whole host of jewels and gems as well, but also a flock of five obnoxious cretins – gazing down at them down with beady, widened eyes, perhaps hoping their prey had come to them.
Not likely; but some creatures could always dare to dream.
“Going for the one on the left,” she announced, notching her bow and letting the icy bombardments free before the birds could even begin to take flight.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
