A single stray strand of darkened, crimson hair fell affront her face. A silver eye flashed from beneath and her slender form spin with that nimble arm extended. That gorgeous cloak swirled around as it clung to her body. That arm stayed outstretched with the long sleeve hanging down from her wrist, her finger continuing to point directly outwards. Those sparkling eyes squinted as she tried to make out her subject. That blood read hair waved through the roaring wings as her cape was tossed about. A clash of thunder, spark of light broke the ebony sky and those melancholy-drenched clouds poured down their sadness. A deep sigh escaped those deeply rouge lips as her silver orbs shifted from the tip of her finger and out over the lush greenery that surrounded her, as well as out to sea. That magnificent storm was out across the ocean somewhere, and she watched the branches of hell dance menacingly from the clouds, down amongst the waves and clouds.