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There was a budding summer storm on the horizon.
It did not take long until the faintly gray clouds coalesced into a raging beast, a wolf or a lion or some equally threatening predator, charging in for the kill.
It came roaring in around Nymeria like the gods' fury, all black thunderheads and crackling lightning. The sheer force of it, splitting tree trunks and sending streams flooding with torrential downpour, sent her heart into jackrabbit palpitations—and that was without taking into the account the monstrous nature of her magic around her. She belonged to the rain and the streams, the ocean and the tidal pools; she was choked, swamped, by the potential power around her. The pull on her was not like the easy ebb of the tide, or the familiar call of the sea, but a scream for attention, a child's incessant cry when faced with loneliness.
Warm rain splattered and spilled down across the mountains and valleys of her ribcage and spine, turning monotonous black to shimmering sheets of ebony. She vibrated and ached with the keen sharpness of being around so much potential; she lathered herself in need for release, for a way to output the magic raring against her too-tight skin and screaming in her head.
The trees groaned, splintered.
Lilómiel shrieked in cacophonous answer.
Nymeria paced through the darkness.
She stopped, turned her head; her nostrils cusped, quivered. Out she called, for destruction and ruin, for war and magic, for bloody desecration—for a worthy opponent to face in battle.
Tag: @Rei
Timeline: Extended(?)
Setting: A spacious clearing in the Deep Forest during the midst of a summer storm. Heavy rain; wet but not yet muddy footing. Lots of trees groaning and occasionally breaking.
Post Count: 0/3
Word Count: 256
Damage Tracker: N/A
OOC Notes: Magic and companions allowed. You can attack first! :D
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
