07-09-2022, 10:29 PM
The last of the scream is still in Myrna’s throat when she breaks through the heart of the storm. Her heart is racing, and adrenaline has expanded her pupils so her eyes are wild black, with only the thinnest line of blue grey iris against the sea of rolling white. The muscles of her wings and shoulders ache with exhaustion from flight, and the sudden dead air is a shock.
She stops, or perhaps is stopped.
Ahead of her is a fairy, and around her are six others. She does not have time to look at them, to ask what is happening, why there is nothing here at all. Instead, her attention is fixed on the spinning creation ahead. She feels within it a sickeningly familiar tentacles and a nauseating wrongness. The sensation grows as the tornado swells, and Myrna realizes that she has been moving back in the still air without thought.
By the time the cyclone spins toward her, Myrna is ready. She folds her wings and dives, angling her body away from the funnel shaped storm, diving through the still column of air. Her body protests, wings sore even before these strenuous stunts.
There is no time at all for her to process what had happened, what the fairy had done, not when she is fighting for her life. Not when the wind rips at her body, or when a gust turns instead to black vines, tangling her left foreleg with her wing, sending her spiraling and tumbling through the air and burns in the fire lit by eyes in hollow sockets.
Myrna’s eyes roll back.
Viiiiszla.
The taunting name startles her awake and why is the ground coming toward her so quickly and poof she was instead the tiniest of snowflakes, a shape from her childhood. A good shape to survive a massive fall, but a poor one in when pursued by a demonic, fear-fueled tornado that whips her immediately back upward.
Myrna nearly loses herself a half dozen times before she can shift completely. But when she does there is the inescapable sense that something has changed. Something of herself, though the form she takes is the same winged palomino as before. This time she heads straight back through the storm, for even nightmares are easier to face than whatever that…thing is that the Fairy had made.
Please scramble her enhanced beauty, glowing markings, kelpie mimicry, and happiness induction!
She stops, or perhaps is stopped.
Ahead of her is a fairy, and around her are six others. She does not have time to look at them, to ask what is happening, why there is nothing here at all. Instead, her attention is fixed on the spinning creation ahead. She feels within it a sickeningly familiar tentacles and a nauseating wrongness. The sensation grows as the tornado swells, and Myrna realizes that she has been moving back in the still air without thought.
By the time the cyclone spins toward her, Myrna is ready. She folds her wings and dives, angling her body away from the funnel shaped storm, diving through the still column of air. Her body protests, wings sore even before these strenuous stunts.
There is no time at all for her to process what had happened, what the fairy had done, not when she is fighting for her life. Not when the wind rips at her body, or when a gust turns instead to black vines, tangling her left foreleg with her wing, sending her spiraling and tumbling through the air and burns in the fire lit by eyes in hollow sockets.
Myrna’s eyes roll back.
Viiiiszla.
The taunting name startles her awake and why is the ground coming toward her so quickly and poof she was instead the tiniest of snowflakes, a shape from her childhood. A good shape to survive a massive fall, but a poor one in when pursued by a demonic, fear-fueled tornado that whips her immediately back upward.
Myrna nearly loses herself a half dozen times before she can shift completely. But when she does there is the inescapable sense that something has changed. Something of herself, though the form she takes is the same winged palomino as before. This time she heads straight back through the storm, for even nightmares are easier to face than whatever that…thing is that the Fairy had made.
Please scramble her enhanced beauty, glowing markings, kelpie mimicry, and happiness induction!