Though the wind was howling, you thought you heard something in the distance. Almost like a voice - a sharp, shrill voice. Dismissing it as your imagination, you continue to patiently wait for the storm to end. However, you hear the sound again; this time, much, much closer. You try to find the source, but you can barely see a foot in front of you. But now, you can't dismiss the sound: it belongs to a monstrous creature emerging from the blizzard!
You yelp as two enormous talons seem to materialize from the snow. They grasp your outstretched arms tightly, closing down with vice-like strength. Though you can't see their owner, you can sense a massive form, just out of sight in the blinding weather. For a brief moment it feels like you're falling - your frost-bitten hands useless as you're yanked from the stone surface. You begin to scream, expecting a long fall into a snowy oblivion. But suddenly, you're floating; your entire body held aloft by the talons. Their owner must be fantastically strong; you soar through the blizzard, seeing nothing in any direction, but feeling the immense pressure from the talons.
"My, my," croaks a feminine voice from above. "Lost in the storm, pretty thing?" Whoever was holding on to you was talking! The wind is whipping past you, but you try to shout a reply.
"Uh, thanks! I was really stuck back there," you yell upwards, most of your voice lost in the storm.
The creature, whatever it was, merely cackled. You really did not like the sound of that laughter. It was hard to make conversation in this position, but you tried anyway.
"Where are you taking me, ah, miss?!" Although you see absolutely nothing, you suspected the road was not this way.
But again, all you heard was a cackle; especially creepy as it echoed into the raging storm. Resigning yourself to your situation, you're thankful for the help - whatever this creature's reason.