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[OPEN] Weather Girl [Oliver]

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Rain lashed down upon grains of sand, lashing down upon the broken granules like venom. Ocean waves crashed upon jagged cliff sides, frantically attempting to clamber up the rocky sides, clawing their way toward safety of dry land. Desperate, it did not realize how pointless the en-devour was. It was impossible, not it did not falter in its lust for safety, its desperation peaking as rain and hail battered the waves, water and ice clashing like the two tongues of angry lovers, embracing yet fighting, hating yet lusting for touch. The elements were ageless titans, fighting their endless war yet no victor ever came of it.

A smile twitched upon her lips as wind ravaged her mane and tail, sending the long tangles thrashing and dancing violently about her body. Lashing her face and shoulders, the wind swirled in all directions, buzzing around her like an angered swarm of wasps. Her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the feeling of bitter cold rain and icy wind bite at her ankles, and letting the lash of hail beat upon her back. The storm would end soon, she knew it, so she was reveling in the violence of the sky while it lasted. Her form stood upon the cliff point, looking down upon the sea. The beach was almost completely engulfed by water, flooded in high tide yet slowly, the waves began to crawl back into the sea.

A pillar of light burst through a gap in the dark clouds as the rain began to slow, the wind losing momentum as her hair, tangled in a web of black and draped over her antlers, began to settle. She took in a deep breath, feeling her lunged pierced by cool air. She felt rejuvenated by the harshness of the land. It had given her time to simply enjoy the feelings of the world about her, instead of worrying what others thought of her. Yet as the storm began to end as swiftly as it had begun, she knew she would have to return home. Return to a land that did not want her. She sighed bitterly, lowering her head and gazing toward the far off horizon. Beyond that sea, what was there? People who would accept her despite her flaws, perhaps?

talk talk talk talk talk @[Oliver]

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Weather Girl [Oliver] - by Cheyenne - 10-05-2013, 06:02 AM
RE: Weather Girl [Oliver] - by Oliver - 10-07-2013, 07:52 PM
RE: Weather Girl [Oliver] - by Cheyenne - 10-08-2013, 05:12 AM

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