Shivaan's Wrath

And there she was before me, radiant, terrible. With a mighty stroke of her wings we were level, and I was staring into her fathomless eyes. They were coal black and as huge and glistening as the night sky, and they glared at my frightened form as if to tell me something. Shivaan gave a terrible screech, beating her wings furiously. Her tail thrashed, splitting apart the rocks below, but she made no move towards me. And then it hit me. Standing there, bewildered, in that stange world of my dreams, I gasped in despair.

If the Godess of Destruction couldn't stop the war, what hope did we have?

Okay, sorry, I just had to stick that in there.

Technically, Shivaan has three sets of wings, but I was just so fed up with this picture when it came time to color them that I left it at one.