[OPEN] Hurricane

[Ellyse]

don't you tell me to deny it; i've done wrong and i want to suffer for my sins.

 The vivid, stark brutality of summer has settled in, leaving trickling beads of sweat in its wake. A low, rumbling grunt of agitation rises into her throat as a warm, suffocating gust of wind carries through the bright field, its light gleaming off of the wavering stalks of wheat that caress the length of her legs as she wanders through. The sun is unforgiving, beating down on her flesh in its heated fury, matting the length of her frosted tresses to the nape of her slender neck. Though she is surrounded by warmth on a constant basis, residing in such close proximity to a bubbling, festering volcano, she had flown too close to the sun with her broad, heavy wings, leaving her skin fresh with perspiration.

  Slowly, her teeth begin to preen and pluck at the feathers that lay so delicately lined up along the hollow bones of her wings, extended to each side of her and gently curved inward, giving her access to even the most distant tuft. Her mind wanders, as do her eyes, drifting off somewhere distant far beyond the horizon, where morning haze lingers. Lazily, her legs carry her through the tendrils of blooming greenery, gentle blossoms fluttering against her hock with each step - it caresses her in a way that tickles, agitates, frustrates her. With an utterance of annoyance, she crushes a single poppy beneath her weight, observing the way it recoils and bruises from the impact.

  Satisfied with its demise, her hazel eyes narrowing towards a shuffling noise - red roan in stark contrast with the dull, brittle bark of the old oak behind. The sun, still gluttonous and unyielding, manages to weave its way through the thick foliage above, highlighting his strong features - muscled, broad, and tucked away from the onslaught of the summer heat. A wry smirk tugs at the corner of her whiskered lips, and quietly, she draws the length of her wings to her body, tightly folding them against the curve of her sides. Moving with fluid grace and silent stealth, her voice echoes beneath the canopy of wiry branches and closely knit leaves, a deep laugh emerging from the confines of her throat as she finds something tucked just above him that might provide some amusement.

  A lopsided grin remains, her eyes alight with mischief. With care and precision, she slowly moves to coil around the broad base of the oak to encircle the slumbering male, turning her hip towards it before lifting her left hind legs with, slamming into the brittle bark with immense force. An old, abandoned bird's nest tumbles down from above, shedding remnants of feathers, twigs and waste onto him, as her laughter echoes in the dry, thick air.

  "Too easy," she announces, the same subtle smirk on her lips. "you should never let your guard down."

Ellyse

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