Talk:Archive:Dragon Claw Peaks/@comment-3560733-20150126165641/@comment-3560733-20150404195943

The woman had managed to solidify the droplets of water that had splashed up from the ground into small razor-like blades of ice. As thousands of tiny cuts covered Inara's body the woman began to dance toward her, nimbly avoid the others who tried to win her attention. "Silly girl," he lovely voice rang out, "All of you are beneath me."

As he squeezed, black ooze came from every orifice of her face. First from her eyes, like black tears, and then from her nose, mouth and ears; the liquid spilled out as he body seemed to dry up. In moments, a lifeless husk was left behind and the pool of black liquid below began to bubble and move across the ground.

Lightning began to crackle in the storm as the winds picked up. The shards of ice had subsided but the looming threat was still there. "Why do you look on me with such disdain, Avatar?" a voice range out, "Do you not like my true form?" She giggled at his puzzled face as the black liquid began to evaporate up into the air. Rain began to come down but it was heavy and thick. Renshu eyed his arm and noticed, to his horror, the rain was black. "Don't you see, my dear Avatar?" the voice called out again, "I am the storm."