A game of Russian Roulette with the shadows. Waves crash at her feet. The land and the sea are hers.
Like a forest fire ignited by smouldering candlelight, a mouth full of smoke. Ash stained fingertips caress the spine of her back.
Both holy and hell, hurricane disguised as a girl, running alongside the wild untamed rule of mother.
Strong, powerful, solitary. She is the Ranger.