Speech•ess
/ˈspēCHləs/
•Adjective•
"Unable to speak, especially as the temporary result of shock or some strong emotion."
"I won't be silenced,
You can't keep me quiet.
Won't tremble when you try it.
All I know is I won't go speechless, speechless...
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THE WATER SOAKED IN TO AZALEA CLOTHES AS SHE RAN THROUGH THE POWER PLANT WITH A DAGGER IN HER HAND. She could feel the magic in her veins boil as the emotions and adrenaline in her body increased with each step she took.
The zombies and cheerleaders fought off the Z-Patrol giving her time to get there. Running towards the group, Azalea took a deep breath as she slid the blade of the dagger along her both her palms wincing as it stung. The magic began to intensify as her eyes chnaged from brown to silver, shining brightly.
I can't hide anymore, she thought noticing both her parents next to Dave. She noticed the controlling grip her father had on her mother making Sofia submit into silence with her head hanging down low. To her left, the werewolves watched her in confusion while they tugged against their restraints.
"You've got to stop the demolition, dad." Zed pleaded. "I know how hard you've worked to get this job, but if it's gonna hurt the werewolves you have to stop it."
Zevon took a moment to think about what his son said before sighing. "You're right... and Addison is too. Shut it down, stop the demolition. Tom more when it's safe, we'll help you find whatever you're looking for."
