Thunder Dome WITNESS ME

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@Karma

there's rain caught in her lashes, blurring narrowed vision as the gangly wraith tops the mountain. h u n g e r rumbles within pale stomach, weather slicked fur revealing the hollows of ghoul's frame where the canadian teeters on seemingly fragile stalks. it is only the stolid expression settling as a crown atop the cannibal's head that hints at the she-wolf's utter fearlessness; nay, the exhilaration that pumps through arteries, sluicing between veins with each quickened beat of the heart. toes curl into the gravel earth, relishing in the steadfast contrast to buffeting wind ( its bite a game in mortality, sharp fingers probing at her weakest points. ) there's heat in the air, cold confined&condensed into each icy sheet of rain and lightning rages through the dark, dusty clouds. 
she is made to feel ^SMALL the way only the elements c a n, body running electric with adrenaline, every inch of the lanky ghoul arched into the unforgiving storm. this is what mont-tremblant had failed to provide her, charmaigne's thin frame almost trembling now with sheer giddiness, pale green eyes crackling with something close to madness.  

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