"Yes! But the important thing is that have got my belt back! No nightmare man can fuck with this."
"Your insane… That’s the only explanation…at least your alive. Care for a hand with the bandaging up?"
If you come in on Anon in a post that attacks her or the Glen I will not play a timid or wary Mother Nature. You’ll get the raging storm, and she just may kill you. This is Mother Nature, you can’t scare her unless your a Black Hole
"I am not amused. My glen is my home and if you think of trying to take that away from me I will decimate you. Do not do it. You will see the inferno within, I guarantee it."
"Enough!" Rang out a voice clear and stern. The flames tempered and withered as the air in the glen was sucked from the flames, suffocating them till they were naught but whiffs of smoke.
"Who are you? That you come to the Heart of the Earth and set aflame that which cannot fade but by my hand, unwelcome and unwarranted. Speak for yourself and quickly. Do not test the tempest."
Mother Nature stepped from the wind, materializing from the smoke. Her eyes were dark grey and her brows cast a dark shadow over her eyes.
Golden Age Au
"Sir if you don’t know how to use such instruments please do not touch them. I beg of you, this ship is my life." That was a particularly useful and not so cheap navigational instrument… and breaking the pointy part was not very good, now the whole magnetic mechanism was off.
Jethro raised a brow at her. “Oh really?” It amused him that this woman did not seem to know he most likely new more about this ship than half the people who flew it. He could make a very well educated guess as to parts that were used and estimate how many bolts it took to put the beauty together. He was, however, going to test the pilot. “Then why don’t you inspect it and tell me how you fix it?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. This very ship was one she had crafted herself from her childhood. Just because she was a rookie star pilot didn’t mean she was ignorant of her craft. With a snort she went and got her tool kit. “I will need to undo the compass hand and sauder the hand together, make sure it’s balance and recalibrate the magnet. I know the tools I purchase for my ship.”
(( Wee 2 hours blackout! Exciting. This storm has a name, and it shows.
Sera: *angel halo*
EEEEEEE and I work at 8 am :D totally showering when I get home. laters loves <3
“Allowing me to stay..?” the fearling giggled, swirling once around her, “How kind! You won’t live to regret it!” He tilted his head at her, wondering what exactly to make of her himself. So perhaps she didn’t look like the ‘perfect playmate’…As her name suggested, she did seem matronly spirited. An adult. Though a chance had to be given at least. “So…what do you do for fun nowadays? Do you still chase after starfish?”
"Fun?…" She gave that a pondering thought and rubbed her temple. "I do not particularly consider anything for fun often anymore. But I suppose… star chasing, when the sky is dark and clear and the stars shine light in the night… racing on the wind against that sky. It’s reminiscent of something I never thought I’d miss."
How interesting, once she was trapped as a shooting star she flew through space on the tides of the cosmos. And now even still she found a joy in that very thing. It was a taste of a freedom she didn’t have here. How strange that she would trade one prison for another… it was tiresome being trapped on an immovable rock.
the soldier came knocking
upon the queen’s door
i am not fighting for you anymore.