Makaria; Goddess of Blessed Death (blessed__death) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-07-24 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~makaria, ~thor |
Stormy Weather (Thor - 1887)
America was a weird place, at least for Makaria. She still wasn't all together used to the random comings and going on this still all too new country and place. The Americas before were untouched, except for a few communities. Now it was sprawling ever westward. But today she was in Kansas, and there wasn't anything particularly interesting about Kansas minus the storms. She'd come here several times. In the hot weather there were storms like this hot weather met a cold front and bam. Lightning and Thunder for miles and miles. She could lay out in a field far from people and just watch it. But tonight felt uneasy. As if there was something bigger. Or maybe..
Maybe it was just a death looming on the horizon.
Makaria couldn't tell. But something felt different so she was wandering. Closer and closer to the small communities of people. Lightning was flashing and thunder was crashing all around. It was warm but raining, not enough to bother her, but enough that she felt the small drops of it. Something about this particular storm was off. Too much lightning and too much thunder. And another worldly feeling.
One she wasn't accustomed to.
Still, she had to find out what it was, or who it was.. and how..
And then she saw a man in the distance. Not bothered by the weather at all.
"Sir! You really should not be out here, ya'hear?" She tried to blend in her accent. She just sounded not from here. "It's dangerous!"