tornado sky (Hernén)taennynAugust 27 2008, 02:01:27 UTC
He woke to the sound of wolves singing over a dull roar, warning and calling and simple sweet noise of the kind they directed to the absent sun in winter.
The afternoon sky was a roiling mess of clouds, gold and green and gray mixed together, and it took him a moment to spot why the wolves were singing.
And then he was reaching for his training, his heart in his throat, as the funnel spun towards the camp, the wolves still singing to the tornado sky.
Re: tornado sky (Hernén)darthnekoAugust 27 2008, 02:19:42 UTC
X_X aiiii! Yeaaaaah, heart in throat moment. Just a bit. (my hindbrain is convinced that tornados are one of the worst natural disasters on my personal scale. ugh.)
The afternoon sky was a roiling mess of clouds, gold and green and gray mixed together, and it took him a moment to spot why the wolves were singing.
And then he was reaching for his training, his heart in his throat, as the funnel spun towards the camp, the wolves still singing to the tornado sky.
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