She flies with a desperation borne of a fear she had never known before today. That desperation drives her, spurring her forward until she reaches the eye of the storm of nightmares. She nearly flies through it in her blind haste to escape, but the sudden lack of resistance brings a semblance of clarity to her.
With her breath a harsh rasp in her lungs, she looks around her, eyes still wide and wild. It takes an embarrassingly long moment for the confusion to register. Empty. The eye is devoid of any secrets, empty of anything that looks like it could assist in fixing her home. In the wake of that confusion, a strange sort of hollowness settles low in her stomach, her chest curiously heavy in the revelation that there truly is nothing.
A part of her wants to believe she had simply been too slow, but another part of her that she isn’t sure she wants to acknowledge understands there likely never had been anything to begin with.
Illis’s disquiet is not so great that it leaves her insensate however. Her attention is swiftly caught when the clouds around her begin to swirl faster, compressing into deadly spirals. Her dread returns with a vengeance as she turns, frantic gaze seeking any break in the thick wall of spinning nightmares.
Except there is none. No break in the clouds, no opening to release her from certain death.
In her panic, she almost forgets where she is at. The eye of the storm. When realization dawns, she quickly jerks her gaze up, heart pounding as though it could leap straight through her ribcage. Yes! Far above her, the eye stretches, offering brief glimpses of freedom.
She jerks upwards, wings straining as she pumps them with as much strength and speed as she can muster. The eye narrows the further up she flies, stray gusts of wind threatening to buffet her right into spiraling walls of the tornado. Her breath grows thin inside her chest, but still she flies. She flies until, abruptly, she breaks free from the storm’s tenacious clutches. And then she flies some more.
It isn’t until her head has grown so light from the fading air of the heavens she fears she might faint that she begins her descent. As she drifts downwards, she gives a wide berth to the storm that had given her far too much knowledge of the world she inhabits.
illis
Please scramble her expressed glowing markings and wings and her carried shadow creature and panther shifting. Thank you!!! <3