That small non-descript cloud that had once seemed so innocent was now bruising the sky with it's inky black brothers. Wind rustled the treetops, a gentle playful tussle that began tugging and joustling leaves and branches alike. Ribbons were caught in it's grasp, ripped from their carefully placed perches. It had came out of near nothing, and was growing in strength fast.

Draenir's grip on his daughter tightened. "I was not expecting him to pull an entrance like this." he mumbled under his breath as the restless gale clawed at his hair and buffetted the pair of them. It was outrageous, the terms of marriage had be brokered peacefully and there was no reason to scare his people with such unnecessary antics.

The thunder that rolled across the cloudcover was no ordinary buisness. It growled. It roared, piercing the ears of those below with such a thunderous cry. There was screaming at the suddeness of it all, as chairs and tables and small foliage began [i]flying up into the sky.[/i]

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"By the gods..." Draenir's eyes grew wide at the sight of it.

The huge blackened wall of cloud stretched across the sky in forms of beasts and monsters unnamable. They rolled forward and slunk back over themselves, tossling for their position at the frontline to bear down on the humans below with hungry eyes.

Panic, everwhere. Trees uprooted. Tribesmen with the winds to their backs ran for cover, some plucked into the sky on their journey. The weathered invisible hands of the wanton tempest clutched at the princess and Draenir, as if trying to rip them apart.

"Briallen!" Draenir cried, his head snapping round in an instant as the wind threatened to rip her from his grasp. He felt the cylone pressing in on all sides, clawing at his clothes, pinpointing in on the pair of [i]them[/i]. No! He could not allow this! 

His grip on her tightened protectively, but even his bulky form could not weather a storm so hellbent on their seperation.