She stands,
head thrown back
fingers digging into her hair.
The inexorable wind roars past
ripping limbs from the lesser folk,
without much more than the blink of an eye.
Wraithlike,
seductive,
strong,
and so, so cold
with a hand thrown out into the crashing winds
fingers curled in the throes of agony.

Hugs, Bunny
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