Tatiana had long sensed the storm's approach.
Or could it be used in such a singular manner? The dark, ashen gray clouds had massed together in a menacing tundra across the pale, fragile sky long before the drum of thunder had spoken.
The wind rose slowly and carefully at first, it's capable strength staying restrained as it bid its time, waiting for the climax that the storm would soon develop.
The Rangers were leaving the forest, minds tangled around the riddle that they must solve for their lives' stake. Tatiana could very well have been the only one to taste the buzzing electricity in the humid air---sharp, and metallic. Rather sweet, but fierce with impending power. The fully leaf-adorned tree limbs above rattled and quaked as the faint breeze became a stout gale, tossing mist between the trees' slick trunks as the four horses trudged back towards the open moors. Tatiana felt the cool rise, and then heard the thunder growl, a soft, baritone rumble that tousled the sky somewhere above, thorough the canopy of tree branches, and fat oak leaves. She looked up, and her dark eyes captured a brilliant claw of white light as it strung across the gray canvas of clouds.
Or could it be used in such a singular manner? The dark, ashen gray clouds had massed together in a menacing tundra across the pale, fragile sky long before the drum of thunder had spoken.
The wind rose slowly and carefully at first, it's capable strength staying restrained as it bid its time, waiting for the climax that the storm would soon develop.
The Rangers were leaving the forest, minds tangled around the riddle that they must solve for their lives' stake. Tatiana could very well have been the only one to taste the buzzing electricity in the humid air---sharp, and metallic. Rather sweet, but fierce with impending power. The fully leaf-adorned tree limbs above rattled and quaked as the faint breeze became a stout gale, tossing mist between the trees' slick trunks as the four horses trudged back towards the open moors. Tatiana felt the cool rise, and then heard the thunder growl, a soft, baritone rumble that tousled the sky somewhere above, thorough the canopy of tree branches, and fat oak leaves. She looked up, and her dark eyes captured a brilliant claw of white light as it strung across the gray canvas of clouds.
