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The sky was filled with black churning nimbus clouds. The air was crisp with rain sent and the sunlight began to fade into twilight. The birds were making their way to their nests or off of the island all together. Animals hid in their dens and hollows, the Fawnlings of WindBorne moved to higher ground and safer areas. Tempest felt the static electricity in the air. It awakened her senses and brightened her mood, she loved thunderstorms. One day, she pledged to make one...

Her family was on the move to a well canopied grove of trees that was backed against a sheer overhang of rock and roots by the sea. Her family always traveled here when the sky grew restless and wild. It was a small area, not much room, but cozy and drier than anywhere else to say the least. Tempest's father led the way, followed by her older brother, mother, youngest brother, Paris, and herself. Tempest watched as Paris happily pranced in front of her, the way her father led the way meticulously picking his way up the hill, how her older brother held his head high with pride, and how her mother sauntered along with a store of herbs upon her back. Of course her youngest brother was glued to her mother's side.

BOOM......CRASH

The storm had begun. Glittering raindrops fell from the sky slowly at first then built up their frequency. Tempest's father picked up the pace and ushered everyone into the shelter. Tempest leapt through the thick trees behind Paris. The storm was growing even stronger by the second. A select few gusts of wind and rain forced their way into the shelter, making them all shiver. Tempest's mother begun unpacking her essential herbs. Tempest watched her closely, taking a small and tentative step forward.

Her mother glared venomously at her,"EHEEM...!"

Skittering backwards, Tempest hung her head low and went to watch the storm through a parting in the trees. She sighed and watched the lightning crack like a whillow stick, listened to the music of the rainfall as it tickled her ears, closed her eyes and felt the thunder resound in her soul. Breathing deeply, eyes closed and nose tilted slightly to the sky, Tempest felt her magic seep from her and grow in strength with every breath she took. She felt the wind move around her like a river. She asked it to dance around, it bent to her will eagerly. Her hair whipped and moved with each tiny gust, it felt like the closest thing to the freedom she once had, so long ago...Sighing sadly, Tempest collected herself and let the wind go. 

Her attention came back to the real world once again. She heard a voice, quiet at first, then louder until she had to flick her ears back in protest to the sound. 

"Tempest!... Tempest!...TEMPEST!!!"

Uh, oh....Tempest felt her heart skip a beat as she turned around to her her mother's furious scowl, accompanied by a resentful snort. Scattered about her feet was a mish mosh of dusty herbs...looks like she was controlling more currents than she once thought...

Her older brother and father shuffled out of the shelter, nudging her youngest brother with them. Only Paris remained.

Wide eyed and head erect Tempest pleaded with her mother,"I-Im so sorry! I didn't know! I'll help you clean them..." Tempests voice lowered in volume as her mother begun to step forward. 

"NO, this is the last time you make another mistake! You will sit in the corner closest to the wall! You will stay there until this stupid meddling storm is over with! Afterwards you will not be out of my sight until I tell you you are free!..." Turning around with a sharp flick of her tail, Tempests mother begun collecting her herbs. Eyes wide, Tempest begun to protest, but was cut short as her mother wheeled around and stomped both of her front hooves at once inches in front of Tempest.

"Of course! That was not a good enough punish for you! I have no other choice, Tempest, you will NEVER use your magic again as long as you are in this herd!" With that she shoved the dumb struck Tempest into the corner. 

The following hours, Tempest wept silently. She had already been stripped of her freedom to roam, had to sit in a corner without enjoying the thunderstorm, and now she was not allowed out of her mother's watch as so she never uses her magic! What had she done so horribly to diserve this kind of punishment?!.....She drew up a scowl, why was she even here? She was old enough to be on her own and do as she pleases. Lifting her head, Tempest formed a plan in her mind. She had to leave, whether or not Paris would follow would be her choice. Hopefully she made the right one...

Unexpectedly, her mother called her over in a emotionless voice. Paris was sent out. Slowly getting to her feet, Tempest slowly made her way over with a frown. Her mother held out a leaf in her tail. It was waxy, salty smelling and yellow-green in color. Maybe it was some weird herb. Tempest knew little of them.

"Eat. It will make you feel better..." Her tone was smooth and convincing.

Tempest eyed her suspiciously but took a small bite, not even enough to give herself a half mouthful. She noticed a small smile, barely visible in the corner of her mouth. Something was definitely weird here...

Her mother's tone became mocking and serpentine,"Oh, I ment to tell you something. I'm not your mother. I'm your aunt." She paused, not seeming guilty upon the withheld information. "Your parents, they were so ignorant," she made a strange voice,"The wind has a voice! It whispers! They used to say such nonsense!" She was livid.

Tempest frowned, confused, shocked and slightly frightened,"W-what?" She had no idea what she was talking about.

She laughed maniacally,"What a pity I found you, I now know I should have left you there for the Thylacines to finish you off and the vultures to pick your bones! Then I wouldn't have to deal with you! You are the scraps of what my foolish sister and her even more foolish love had brought, Pest!" She drew closer to Tempest inch by inch.

"Mother, what--?" She had used her foulest nickname. It cut her to the bone along with the story her mother had to tell...

"Don't call me that, I am not your mother, for she is dead!" With that, the doe tackled Tempest and stood over her, horn upon Tempest's throat. Tempest felt tears well in her eyes, it couldn't be true! The prices fit so well together now, she should have known from the start. She had been an orphan, this was not her mother, this was NOT her family. She had to get away! This doe that was once her mother had gone crazy!

"Let me go! If you hate me so much let me leave, why would you even keep me!" 

The doe chuckled,"Because Im returning things to the was they should have been! If I would have left you to the carnivores! The poison is already doing its bidding!"

Poison?! Tempest's throat grew sore and rage filled her to the brim. The LEAF! Suddenly, she felt her magic burst with power inside if herself, like a raging tempest from which she was named. It was fueled by her sadness and anger at this doe. 

"NO!" Tempest screamed and let her magic explode, it grasped the wind from outside the shelter and forced it through the gaps in the trees. The wind's velocity forced the doe off of Tempest with the power of a battering ram. It sent her and nearby herbs, flying into the nearest tree with a thud. Tempest scrambled to her feet and bolted out the entrance, passing Paris on the way by. She didn't know where she was going or how far she would run. It didn't matter, for her vision was already blurring, her stomach was laced with intense pain and her heart beat wildly in her chest. Her aunt's words resounded in her head like the echoes in a canyon. 

"The poison is already doing its bidding!"

The rain painted her pelt, and the slippery mud beneath her hooves made it harder and harder to run. Tempest shivered violently, she had to keep running! Somewhere, anywhere other than here! Death felt inevitable.Tempest could see light ahead in what looked to be the blurry outline of a cave, she headed towards it as fast as she could muster, though her equilibrium was faltering and her vision was growing dark. Slowing to a wobbly walk, Tempest drug herself to the foot of the cavern before everything faded into the blackness...
Featuring Tempest, Her aunt Quin(NPC), and with mentions of Paris, and the rest of their nomadic family(NPCs)
Fall, Year 754 of the New Age
Windborne, North eastern coast of GumtreeHollow

POOR TEMPEST!!!!

Stupid crazy doe....
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