Fanfic:The Art of the Hunt/Chapter 7-The Shadow of Death

D eafening roars ensued. The silence in the arena was not just unnerving, it was terrifying. The hunters looked up. Some prayed. This was the first time they--or anyone else, for that matter--had ever been exposed to such a phenomenon. Even as they looked skyward, the shining clouds looked normal...

Except for one in particular, which seemed to be shockingly symmetrical, flying strong against the wind and cracking lightning constantly. Every other nearby cloud suggested wind, calmness, and light temperature, but this suggested storms and heavy rain. What weather of the world could this be?