the lightning strike

There was something about the ocean that seemed to draw the massive man towards it. While he was in Auster Noir found himself keeping to the beaches and coastlines. He didn’t want to think about how it could be connected to his childhood. Abaven was close to the ocean, he’d seen it practically everyday growing up. Water played a massive role during his childhood and he never shook that off however far he tried to get from Abaven and the family he left there. He’d returned to the East a few times, and every time it felt like he was disappointed. Save when he realized Shaye was dead.

Huge black and aqua decorated paws carried him carefully over the tidepools that evening. The wind whipped and dragged at his long dark fur as it blew in a huge storm from the east. Noir was forced to stop and observe the massive clouds that approached over the sea. They were dark and ominous and he could clearly see lightning playing through the storm clouds. Already he could see the rain begin to pour from the sky and he watched as the wind brought the downpour to him.

The sound of the massive drops over the ocean lulled the huge man into an almost trance as it drew ever closer. Another massive gust of wind raced past him, producing not a single flinch as the rain followed up and slammed into the Destruction man. He stood tall and weathered the storm, his fur was soon drenched and clung to his well built frame. The storm brought nothing but lightning above and torrential rain, both of which wouldn’t cause him to flinch as he turned back towards the dunes that bordered the tide pools. With the rain came the tide and before long the exact place he stood would be fully underwater.

The wind continued to blow him, his soaked tail was like a drenched flag in the gusts as he walked. His pace steady and calculated as though he didn’t even feel the rain falling upon him. He parted the curtain of water with his huge shoulders and ascended the sandy hills. As he reached the crest of the tallest peak lightning struck the earth at his back lighting up a world bathed in the tropical storm. Unflinching blue and lavender eyes looked out over the tumbling dunes before him. The egotistical man conquered the storm but he felt an aching desire for so much more than that. Noir called out into the wind, searching for another soul that could conquer the storm and make an attempt to take victory from him.

wc: 440/1500