Uriel in the Storm by berrykeen
The storm swept around her, branches shrieking their terrible voices, ghosts wailing in the wind, and the snow - a rabid, biting animal.
The snow and deep dark was almost alluring. Like a spider's web, sprinkled with dew. Yet upon closer inspection - you find a spider waiting for it's meal.
Much like the spider and web, the forest and snow devoured its victims. She stood fast, shielded against the storm by her goddess. Protector of the innocent, upholder of what is true, a top priestess of the highest calibur. She who seeks out her sheep in the storm, my Uriel. And so, she has a name.