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Descriptive Essay On The Storm

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The sky is alive, rain crashes furiously to the ground. Trees topple, lightning shatters the sky, thunder shakes the ground. Two travelers from two worlds watch the storm only long enough to know it is a monsoon worthy of legends. Ashely had gone camping only this morning under clear skies and tamed weather. She is a lover of the wild, mostly for the quiet. She plans every three or so months to spend a week living off the land. She is young and her skills as a hunter are not yet refined. But you don't need to trap and kill your own food when there are places like Midnight Market where you can pick up all the oatmeal and sun-dried grapes one can eat for barely more than pocket change.

Ashley has been doing this ever since she was in her early teens. She had noticed when she was thirteen that her sent had a powerful effect on other foxes, and in exponentially greater one if she happened to be in estrus. So she mapped out her heat cycle and made the arrangements to always be out of town when her heat hit.

In the seven years now Ashley has done this she has seen the strange, and the unsettling out in the woods, but never has she seen rain so harshly that the rain burns the skin and darkens one's vision. Her clothes are soaked through in moments and her backpack saturates, her hunting coat offers her no protection for the vengeful storm. There is only one thing Ashley can think to do.

Maybe 2 summers ago Ashley had discovered a natural cave only a mile or so from her camp

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