ARAXES
tender heart
Her wandering had finally led her to trouble.
Wariness crept in to her bones as she walked the Eluetheria Plain, her slate eyes darting up every so often to the horizon that held the mother of all storm clouds, swollen with rain and potentially heavy winds. Even at the distance it was, it was incredibly fast, rolling up in the sky and sending lightning cracking across clouds, dancing, while thunder rumbled low. It snarled in warning for what was to come, and she found herself looking around rapidly, ears going back. There was no way she could outrun it, and the nearest shelter (other than a cave) were the trees that were far far away. Even then, there were gusts of wind that knocked her hair around and her wings back, nearly snapping fragile bones as the storm encroached.
She ducked her head downward and folded the wings, feeling the wind rush about her, the sky darkening far more rapidly, and she dropped the herbs she had gathered. They fell to her hooves, only to get whipped away with a gust of wind, and the roar of thunder grew. Araxes turned herself, dancing on her hooves before she lunged forward, toward the cave that she had seen.
She moved with a speed she never would have thought she had, hooves pounding at the ground as the rain began to pour. It was no gentle beginning but an utter downpour that spilled out from the fat clouds, dumping what felt like tons of water. She was soaked within a moment, feeling the water trickle against her skin, and the wind whip up a frenzy.
Lightning cracked, striking the ground near her, and it sent her squealing the last hundred feet or so in to the cave, grateful to stumble in past rocks and a gaping cavern maw. The sage dipped her head, feeling herself shivering as she tried to press to a wall, huddling against rocks that scraped at her flanks in an effort to preserve body heat.
It had been so warm before, but the sudden storm felt like ice compared to the usual summer heat.
Wariness crept in to her bones as she walked the Eluetheria Plain, her slate eyes darting up every so often to the horizon that held the mother of all storm clouds, swollen with rain and potentially heavy winds. Even at the distance it was, it was incredibly fast, rolling up in the sky and sending lightning cracking across clouds, dancing, while thunder rumbled low. It snarled in warning for what was to come, and she found herself looking around rapidly, ears going back. There was no way she could outrun it, and the nearest shelter (other than a cave) were the trees that were far far away. Even then, there were gusts of wind that knocked her hair around and her wings back, nearly snapping fragile bones as the storm encroached.
She ducked her head downward and folded the wings, feeling the wind rush about her, the sky darkening far more rapidly, and she dropped the herbs she had gathered. They fell to her hooves, only to get whipped away with a gust of wind, and the roar of thunder grew. Araxes turned herself, dancing on her hooves before she lunged forward, toward the cave that she had seen.
She moved with a speed she never would have thought she had, hooves pounding at the ground as the rain began to pour. It was no gentle beginning but an utter downpour that spilled out from the fat clouds, dumping what felt like tons of water. She was soaked within a moment, feeling the water trickle against her skin, and the wind whip up a frenzy.
Lightning cracked, striking the ground near her, and it sent her squealing the last hundred feet or so in to the cave, grateful to stumble in past rocks and a gaping cavern maw. The sage dipped her head, feeling herself shivering as she tried to press to a wall, huddling against rocks that scraped at her flanks in an effort to preserve body heat.
It had been so warm before, but the sudden storm felt like ice compared to the usual summer heat.
