Bow at my feet (EVENT THREAD)
Rain beat down mercilessly on her back. Wind whipped at her pelt with an undeniable rage. She had watched the storm grow on the horizon but now is towered above her. The moor was slowly beginning to flood, the already wet ground was a death trap. Mud clung to her legs as she stood within the heart of the plains. Thundering and lightning would crack, echoing in her skull. It had been a long time since a storm had hit these lands. Her crown would tip back, a calling leaving velvet lips, hopefully it would not get lost amongst the wind and rain. Eyes squinted in an attempt to keep the rain from battering into them. Ears fell back against her skull. Rain had made the ground slick and slippery, mud ran down the gentle slopes of the plains.
It did not take long for her pelt to come soaked, silver fur clung to her skin with matted disorder. There was no telling when this storm would pass, though the blackened skies suggested that it would not be anytime soon. She had placed herself on one of the higher hills of the plains, giving her a view of the surrounding area, and hopefully it would keep her away from any flooding. Trees whipped back and forth, their groans of protest loud before the snaps of branches could be heard. Her gaze rested on the moors, watching as trees were ripped from the ground and tossed carelessly aside. Her toes would splay, claws digging into the muddy earth.
She waited with a mothers impatience as she anticipated the arrival of her children. She wanted them all close for the duration of the storm. She didn't care if the rest of the pack showed or not, they could take care of themselves. Her face was emotionless, hiding the anxiety that churned in her belly. Where was Kylar? Was he okay? A growl would leave her lips though the sound was swallowed by a crack of thunder. Hell was raining down on them, with no chance of letting up soon. |