02-03-2025, 01:43 AM
Thunder screamed overhead, beating down across the darkened sky as a torrent of rain descended across a piece of land to the west. Twyla, in the midst of the impending storm, had ascended the mountain. Though not completely; her future perch remained uninhabited, patiently awaiting her visit. No, she was sat a ways down the path, wistfully staring out as the rain swept down in heavy strokes.
Thunderstorms, though few and far between in her childhood home, were one of her favorite things. Caught between the battle of embracing nature and seeking out comfort was forfeit in the face of this—liberation, freeness.
A sigh left parted lips as the cold wind drew near, sweeping through her pelt and chilling the skin beneath. Soon, she guessed, would the storm either dissipate or inch closer. The wage of war would be something she took delight in, waiting and watching to see if the clear night sky might pull itself to the top.
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