Waves crashed violently against the rocks that made up this part of the beach shore. Above the dark sea darker clouds rumbled and boiled in their chaotic nature while the wind screamed to remind the earth who truly rules the cosmos. Sleet, snow, and rain lashed down from the heavens, cutting into anything soft enough to dare brave the open air during such a show of might.
Pale eyes looked up into the darkness, a hard wildness glancing through with the black flecks. Snowy body shined bright against the darkness of the world around her. She stood with her face turned up to the sky, as if welcoming the harsh needle bites to her nose and cheeks. Willfully, she embraced the madness of the storm, took it into herself and let it calm her own wild emotions. When she opened to eyes, she felt as though it would help her see with more clarity when comparing herself to what was around her.
Within her emotions were a whirlwind of confusion. Still every day she felt the tug of her binding to Rufio. A desire to find him, if only to know him and answer the call of a soul. In that instant their eyes had met she could not help but have been struck. Wayward thoughts led to him. His playful face clashed harshly with that of the wolf who had been a lingering presence all her life. Thor’s dark face and sly smile was more than just a memory now. Upon his return she had invited him into her home and kept him close to her life. The pulse that quickened in her chest at his touch and his glance burned within her and the fire light up the sky with the storm overhead. While he stayed she breathed him in and exhaled a hot desire that fogged when it met the cold air. Friends or more, denying her feelings for Thor was like refusing the lightning that struck the earth at the shores.
Inanna looked to the side, towards the sheltering cove that was her haven and her home. In truth Glorall was becoming her home. Since her return she had gathered herself and gathered her being to be a part of the pack and the land. A restless spirit on the wind sank into the land and grounded itself in the sand at her paws. There is brewed and turned, growing in its power to be unleashed for the sake of the pack.
She looked back at the rolling darkness, her spirit lifting back into the storm. This was the power Zeus had talked to her about. The wild force of the world at the tip of her nose. It was a thrill and a wonder but she always remembered his last lesson: Respect the storms. The storms she held so dear. As the falling needles continued to sting her lips she smiled with a reckless pleasure. Lifting her nose to the sky she added her own voice to the storm. Rising and falling with the waves, crashing with the thunder and lightening, Inanna sang.