[private] just deliver me truth; gale

[breach]

for so long had my teeth held my tongue from a venomous voice
but the poison has passed from my lips to my hands, an incendiary point

Breach never quite knows where she falls on the line between good and evil.

Or even if she believes there is such a line any longer.

She has been raised on the stories of predators and prey, been told from the very first that the only way to make it in this world is by tooth and claw. The strong survive. It’s the oldest of laws and the deepest of truths. She doesn’t believe in weakness or in politics. She believes in the pack and the strength of the shifters who make it up. She believes in her own strength. She believes that she can survive that.

So it does not occur to her that he would need to be wary of her. He is not prey and therefore she is not predator. Neither is he threat—he does not steal her from her home in the middle of the night and he does not threaten war. So she is but a peer on his shores. Genuine in her curiosity and safe in the olive branch.

“Both, actually,” she answers honestly, feeling both the feeling of being windswept and water logged. “I started by flying and then ended with swimming.” She rolls her athletic shoulders, “The best of both worlds.” She liked stretching her boundaries—liked trying to feel the edges of her abilities.

The exhaustion that settled into her bones now was a welcome feeling.

Her attention does not wander for long though and she quickly feels the way it snags on his words as though nothing else existed at all. “The whale?” There is something nearly childish in the curiosity that she can’t hide, that blossoms on her face as she steps forward next to him eagerly. “What’s that?”

though ritual pyre sending smoke to the sky as the building continues to burn
though rapt in the ruin, the pain in the grave, is lies you leave tied to the earth

@[Gale]