The ground was a welcome place, something she'd never considered to call it. The sky had always been her home, no matter the land beneath, but she had never had such an aerial battle in all her life. It was draining, and on the ground she could easily collapse if she desired. The thought certainly crossed her mind, but she had too much dignity left for that, so she subsided with a sloppy landing given her wing.

Another welcome place descended just behind her. Silently she appraised his wounds as he settled, more than pleased to see he'd taken some damage at least in her last ounce of desperation. It always seemed to be when she was strongest, when she fought with all she had, submitting to all her passion as if there was nothing left for her too lose. Too bad she hadn't yet figured out how to harness that without falling into that breaking point. So childish, she thought int he voice of her grand sire, her first sparring partner. He would have clucked his tongue at her recklessness, snapped at her (kindly) to be more focused, more precise. Yet she was a wild force, knowing only how to wreak havoc with bouts of quiet in-between while the winds gathered once more.

She stepped forward, hoping the motion would leave her failures behind her, while she let her insecurities melt into the fire that coursed through her body. A fire started within his. Blue gaze leapt to the flames that even now licked at his dark wings, their dance and their glow enrapturing. She could watch it for hours, could watch him for days, and she had. Today though, now, she was done.

She would have him. She needed him.

Like lightning her attention shifted to his face, familiar with the features and their every detail. She did not search for permission, did not need to, because she already knew he was feeling it to, although perhaps for a different reason. It didn't matter, nothing did but feeling him, so she closed the gap that stood between them in a rush, sidling up to his side with purpose. Her head pushed to his side, lips peeling back to nibble softly at his girth, his stomach, his stifle... She wanted to feel good, that it might mask the pain. She needed to feel loved, so that it might make up for all the loss. Mostly, she just had to feel needed by someone else, to know that she was important, that she wasn't alone in this fucked up awful world.

The storm howled on.