Arrow Lake ≡ Angel With a Shotgun

they certainly leered but polaris, she could not afford to let herself be thwarted. 

the mountains appeared to contain a steadfast determination to label themselves as but a place of the girl's own ruination, wishing to keep her from their brazen company. slap her down enough and perhaps she would simply remain cowering upon the dirt, reduced to simply glaring her contempt at their grinning peaks. 

but they were wrong. as long as breath continued to rattle from her lungs; she would prevail. sure, approbation for their mighty efforts- they didn't believe in holding back certainly. but that grave mistake remained waggish and proud nonethless, polaris was still alive. and never again would a breath be wasted in affrighted hesitancy. 

so she returned to the mountains; maltreated shoulder still aching, pallid demon's face still fresh in her mind's forlorn eye. but she had to, she had to! she would prove that she still could, she was still fighting. 

it's one of the first days to produce rays of sunlight in what feels like an eternity, and the svelte figure standing tall upon the slick stone tilts her chin; letting the liquid light embrace her wholly. a gentle inhale, capturing that sky kissed air as eyes dropped to the scintillating water and focused with pleased surprise on the being spotted by its side. collision. a half frown as she studies him, what he'd spoken of before...it had to have been that man right? that behemoth tainting his home. but how, how could he pledge himself to any such place that would allow such a beast sanctuary? unless they didn't know but...why allow him the cloak of secrecy? 

teeth grit and she makes her way down the intricate paths that would grant her safe access to his location, wincing at the strain on her still healing wounds. 

it is quiet as she steps close, the chilled hum of dusk touched breezes their only companion as she swallows and exhales "collision"

she trusts him and yet why, why is she wary? teeth press hard against each other, it is more difficult than she wishes to admit. the confining grasp of those rocks raising around her like a clawed hand, just her and this man- no, it's collision. the mountains, the damned mountains, they would not put her on edge with whispered memories. yet she is tense as she watches, body not so ready to trust in her mind's beliefs.