Devour | on hold

She's like a note played from a flute, quite sad, very determined. Like the gushing wind, blowing over the river waters mercilessly. Like an arrow, if persuaded by a sly breeze, could fly off hitting the wrong target. She likes the idea of not being what people expect her to be. She's Lenmana, the leader's daughter. And like everyone else in her tribe, she has to watch her loved ones' bodies being bitten and slashed into a thousand pieces by the cannibals. But here's the thing: She's a fighter full of will, and her hope, her hope is a mountain strong. Give her love, and wait for miracles.