KEEP IT FLOWING / vigenere return

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

"I am the Pitt's worst nightmare," the female would state bluntly at first with a slight smirk, half a joke, half the truth. Though it's clear it's off, and it falters soon enough. "If I brought someone wit' me, it would've jus' seemed like I was there t' fight. It was better I went by m'self. No one else could interfere, no one else could get hurt." She honestly was expecting them to turn her away, but she was glad her attempt worked. Perhaps their newest ardent wasn't as stupid as the rest of them, if not as violent. They needed to keep on their guard still. Just because Goldie was not a fan of senseless, goalless violence, did not mean that their leader was the same.

She goes quiet as Delilah approaches, letting the other speak and welcome back Vigenere. "They didn' get a chance to lay a paw on me." The most that happened was an inexperienced kitsune thinking she could take on the demigoddess of raging storms with electricity, and a few threats she did not care to dwell on. She'd heard them all plenty before. And if they were to attack, then so be it. Countless others tried and failed. She turns her attention back to the Tanglewood leader, however, focusing her gaze. "Let me help wit' your wounds, though. I don' want them t' get infected." Just because they were minor didn't mean they were any less harmful if left untouched for long.

"N', I know you jus' returned, but I need t' know if you saw anythin'. Wit' the new ardent in place, I need t' know m' terms o' their surrender are still set in stone."

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[i][b]whose side are you on? [color=#008ab5]what side is this anyway?
put  down  your  sword  and  crown,
come  lay  with  me  on  the  ground.
you come beating like moth's wings, spastic and violently,
whipping me into a storm shaking me down to the core.