The storm was getting weaker, yet the rain was still as powerful as many perfect crystals, falling from the darkened sky. The thunder roared majestically, like war drums to the woman's ears. But this storm would not last forever, and so she would linger in this moor for a few more moments. A little rain, howling wind and angered clouds did not seem to bother her. Nature has her reckless and chaotic side, does she not?
The rain would cease, for now. The dominant maple enchantress would swiftly check her pack's borders. She had not spent much time in her new life, and whilst ranked as a commoner, she might as well scout her home's territories. The lady had also not met any other members of Arcanum (which didn't seem to bother her as she really couldn't care less about others). In the meantime, her stamina and lung capacity would allow her to travel the moor and plains with speed and agility, like a flaming golden eagle. And so the rain would fall once more, the storm continuing. She was like the blazing fire against the lifeless, grey clouds. Even with the shattering rain, she would never be put out.
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