There was a storm.
It was way, way off in the distance, and probably would disperse before it ever touched the shore, but the wind it gave off howled past Win’s swaying form. She curved with every gust, as if she were some great oak tree. Her head her branches, her feet her roots, her tail every swaying limb. It felt dangerous to do that here, careening on the edge of oblivion with every step.
It made her feel dangerous.
It made her feel alive.
Of all her siblings, she had always felt like a stifled storm, constantly ready to lash out against her walls, to rage against her prison of societal graces. It felt good to be out here, dancing with death in intimate salt sprays and the slip-slide of familiar wet rock beneath her toes.
With a laugh that turned into a wild snap of her teeth, all of Win’s sinuous form launched forward, dancing without much rhythm, wild and unrefined. Everything she never could be back home with asshole men determined to stifle her everything.
So there she would dance, wild, free, framed by howling winds and distant dark storm clouds.
It was way, way off in the distance, and probably would disperse before it ever touched the shore, but the wind it gave off howled past Win’s swaying form. She curved with every gust, as if she were some great oak tree. Her head her branches, her feet her roots, her tail every swaying limb. It felt dangerous to do that here, careening on the edge of oblivion with every step.
It made her feel dangerous.
It made her feel alive.
Of all her siblings, she had always felt like a stifled storm, constantly ready to lash out against her walls, to rage against her prison of societal graces. It felt good to be out here, dancing with death in intimate salt sprays and the slip-slide of familiar wet rock beneath her toes.
With a laugh that turned into a wild snap of her teeth, all of Win’s sinuous form launched forward, dancing without much rhythm, wild and unrefined. Everything she never could be back home with asshole men determined to stifle her everything.
So there she would dance, wild, free, framed by howling winds and distant dark storm clouds.
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