Dancing with the Storm
May. 15th, 2012 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hwebEveryone else thought she was crazy when she went out and did this. 'Course, everyone else wasn't a Stormcrow.
The summer thunderstorm wasn't really all that hot by the standards of storms – a good brisk blow, but it wasn't going to wreck houses. It was, however, just about perfect for a bit of stormriding. Alexis Nightshade-Pierce was out just beneath the storm, riding the chaotic currents of the winds in her full Stormcrow form. A great bird, seeming halfway between corvid and raptor to onlookers, just over six feet long from tailtip to the point of her mage-steel beak and with a wingspan nearly double that, Alexis was only distinguishable from the stormclouds themselves by the brightly glowing, interlocking glyphs of electric teal power which formed her ethereal skin.
She didn't fly – flying implied that she was the one deciding where she went. Instead, she just let her wings catch and spill the air as they would, tumbling her about in a gloriously carefree waltz. She danced with the sky, allowing the wild winds to take the lead and show her where to go, where to be, and all the while she drank of the storm's primal fury and intoxicating power. It was easy for others to forget what she was when she was down below, wearing her human form, but this was as much a part of her as her arms and legs, as much a part of her as her love of ice cream or her perpetual need to poke fun at everyone in sight. She was a Stormcrow, an elemental being of the storm, a child of the sky, and she was never quite as at home as she was when she was soaring on the winds of a storm.
There were times she wished like Hell that she could share this feeling with Vex, share the sensual, deeply fulfilling delight she felt up here with her wings slicing the winds of the storm...but those times weren't when she was stormriding. Up here, there wasn't room for anything but her and the storm. Up here, she and it communed with each other, greeting each other warmly and sharing a hearty conversation in the howling of winds and the booming of thunder. The storm's life was brief, heartbreakingly brief to one who could hear its voice as Alexis could, but it had no regrets. How could it, when it was a thing of such inspiring majesty?
Too soon...always too soon...Alexis began to stray too far from the house she shared with Vex. She reluctantly turned away, leaving the storm to its brief celebration of the elements and flying back home. She transformed along the way – Vex had an extremely strict rule where her Stormcrow form and indoors spaces were concerned – and reminded herself, as she did after every time she went stormriding, that this was how things had always been.
This was a part of who and what she was.
The summer thunderstorm wasn't really all that hot by the standards of storms – a good brisk blow, but it wasn't going to wreck houses. It was, however, just about perfect for a bit of stormriding. Alexis Nightshade-Pierce was out just beneath the storm, riding the chaotic currents of the winds in her full Stormcrow form. A great bird, seeming halfway between corvid and raptor to onlookers, just over six feet long from tailtip to the point of her mage-steel beak and with a wingspan nearly double that, Alexis was only distinguishable from the stormclouds themselves by the brightly glowing, interlocking glyphs of electric teal power which formed her ethereal skin.
She didn't fly – flying implied that she was the one deciding where she went. Instead, she just let her wings catch and spill the air as they would, tumbling her about in a gloriously carefree waltz. She danced with the sky, allowing the wild winds to take the lead and show her where to go, where to be, and all the while she drank of the storm's primal fury and intoxicating power. It was easy for others to forget what she was when she was down below, wearing her human form, but this was as much a part of her as her arms and legs, as much a part of her as her love of ice cream or her perpetual need to poke fun at everyone in sight. She was a Stormcrow, an elemental being of the storm, a child of the sky, and she was never quite as at home as she was when she was soaring on the winds of a storm.
There were times she wished like Hell that she could share this feeling with Vex, share the sensual, deeply fulfilling delight she felt up here with her wings slicing the winds of the storm...but those times weren't when she was stormriding. Up here, there wasn't room for anything but her and the storm. Up here, she and it communed with each other, greeting each other warmly and sharing a hearty conversation in the howling of winds and the booming of thunder. The storm's life was brief, heartbreakingly brief to one who could hear its voice as Alexis could, but it had no regrets. How could it, when it was a thing of such inspiring majesty?
Too soon...always too soon...Alexis began to stray too far from the house she shared with Vex. She reluctantly turned away, leaving the storm to its brief celebration of the elements and flying back home. She transformed along the way – Vex had an extremely strict rule where her Stormcrow form and indoors spaces were concerned – and reminded herself, as she did after every time she went stormriding, that this was how things had always been.
This was a part of who and what she was.
