Storm Giant

"They don't bother with little things like rules. They stride across the sky, their lightning crashing about them. If you're lucky, they won't notice you. If you're unlucky, you'll be explaining to your ancestors why you're arriving early. That's why you don't go hunting giants, little one."

— A father to his son

Move, Move I Tell You

High above the world, where the sky grows restless and the clouds bruise purple and black, that is where the storm giants dwell. Architects of thunder, sculptors of lightning, their laughter is the howling wind; their arguments tear open the sky. To mortals, they are myth and legend, but to the sky, they are home.
Storm giants are not made of flesh and bone, they are built of tempest and shadow, their vast forms barely glimpsed through veils of rain. When they walk, they stride atop the clouds, each step rolling out a peal of thunder. Their hands, large enough to hold the horizon, shape cyclones with idle curiousity. And their eyes, their eyes burn with the electric fury of the storm, unblinking and eternal.

The Skies May Start Falling

The giants do not war or scheme as mortal kings do, they are too ancient, too bound to the sky's rhythm for such petty games. But they are not gentle. When a storm giant grows angry, the world below suffers. Ships are tossed like leaves, forests shattered by bolts of fire. Villages disappear beneath walls of water. And yet, their rage is never cruel, it is simply vast, and the vast cannot be kind.
Some say the storm giants are the offspring of the sky and the sea, born in the joining of the tide and tempest. Others whisper that they are the remnants of a long forgotten age, when gods and giants shaped the world with hands too large for it. But the giants themselves keep no records and care not for questions.
On rare nights, when the storm is fierce and the air itself crackles, you might hear their voices. Not words, exactly, but a low, resonant hum that vibrates in your chest. Some believe it is a warning, others believe it a song, but as long as storms rage, they will never fade.