#thegreatenemy

[lorddevourer]

"*sniff sniff* Why do you smell like my Father?"

An unconventional greeting, if it could even be called such.

"A sharp nose you have. By your scent, malleable like that one’s and matching the stale soot covering the enslaved thief’s, I suppose you’re the pest named Melkor?”

[argentatephoenix-blog]

"Hello there. You must be the one the greyface spoke of."

"...Not sure what you're referencing to but hello?"

[motherovernature]

"Stalkers are not a compliment."

the-great-enemy

[motherovernature]

Raging Ice and Rock

The storms had been unleashed, the weather patterns that had been plan were put into motion, and would now begin to unfold as Winter progressed. Now the drama of Winter was set, and the storms began to unfurl, the winds sweeping across and ushering in the clouds to build and swirl in preparation.

In the depths of the Himalaya's she watched a storm build into a dark mass above her, perched on one of the great cliffs, a size greater than she normally possessed. One capable of long strokes with her arms to direct and weave the weather. 

Black hair blew in tumultuous winds, a shifting streak of darkness that draped on the mountainside, her eyes where white as the snow that began to fall in flurries, her pupils a dark depth.

Seraphina watched the blizzard roll and fall, her hands falling to her sides with palms lax. Her gaze fading, focus far off in the distance but unseeing of the world. There was a pain inside of her that felt like a nail continuously being driven into her chest, throbbing with fire and ice. It ached and burned.

It stung to be shown fear, stung to be shown a fear that was not needed, when she had done nothing to warrant such fear. To be ignored, unseen, pushed out of mind... invisible... the pain of two such slights collided together and ground into her psyche painfully.

The memory played so clearly in her mind, just feeling the rawness build inside. Icy cold composure one moment, and the next Seraphina snapped.

Her fists balled tightly together, her fists hitting the mountain side with a trembling force. The wind howled and was her scream of anguish. The mountain shook with a second strike, a third and a fourth. Each strike held enough to destroy a man made skyscrapper, but the forces of the mountains built with stood even power Mother Nature exerted.

Decimation of her mountains was not the desired outcome, they were but punching bags.

With a final cry Seraphina struck the mountain once more, and she sat. Her strength rather spent at the outburst and her form dwindled to it's much smaller height.

She felt betrayed by one she called brother, she wasn't sure if she had overreacted to what had happened, but Howl's behavior toward her had left a deep mark. 

And so she remained in on the snowy mountain side, feet tucked beneath her in the snow, head tilted toward the sky to watch it fall. The cold numbed her inside and out.

[asktheravenclan]

((I think I got all caught up on stuff last night/this morning (I had a bit of a hectic time at work, retail doesn't leave much energy), and I think I got the other stuff earlier in the week... but please let me know if I missed anyone!))