Blake hovered off the tree branch by a few inches looking out over the forest. Watching the slow rolling storm on the horizon he felt drawn to the raw power. Each lightning strike sent a jolt of thrill through his spine. He could feel the control loosen as he stared at the storm. Another flutter of his wings drew him just a tad bit closer. It was his day off, so who cared what he did? He wanted to feel the chaos again, the surging energy.
Screams. Blood. Terror.
It hit him like a tidal wave and he landed heavily back on the branch, breaking his trance of the calling storm. Breathing heavily he turned away. That thrill replaced with dread, an impending doom of himself. Shivering he walked inside his tiny home not trusting his own wings to carry him there. Running his hands through his hair he started on his daily routine. Cleaning followed by meditation. Something quiet to calm his nerves. Not like anyone cared about him to calm them so he took it upon himself to do it.
