Skeletons, Keys, and Closets
02-24-2014, 10:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-24-2014, 11:00 PM by Dægmar.)
Draped across the horizon like an open maw the near black stretch of clouds continued it's rolling stampede across the sky. Lightning flashed in a game of high speed chase so that as soon as one bolt disappeared another several were ready to take it's place. Thunder would roll like a heaving sigh from this beast of a storm. The rush of it, the shear electricity made D?gmar feel alive, her heart racing, emerald eyes fixed on the fury of mother nature. Her idol. Cruel, fierce, strong, beautiful. She would be like a living storm, swift, violent, deadly. Grinning D?gmar went on her way, knowing all to well the dangers of lingering out in a storm to long. Climbing higher and higher she moved with stealth and precision. Every foot step carried her higher and higher as the wind began to roar louder and louder. Just as the storm hit she ducked into a cave. Pausing with hackles raised and fangs bared she took in the scent of the cave and recognized it as the old Amenti lands. Huh. She relaxed and strolled deeper in. "Caves of the Past, indeed." |
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