The Hurricane

That moment, that strange exhilarating, terrifying moment. There is power in the wind that whips around him, power the likes of which few Humans will ever know. He is humbled to be one of them. The hurricane surrounds him, embracing his form like a lover when it would tear any other man to shreds. He welcomes it. It whispers and he moves with it. It changes him, fills him with its own raw essence and transforms him into something else. No longer human, not quite dragon, this ethereal element is his to command. It alights against his skin, rushes through his wings. He takes hold of it, directs it outward, it rushes around him, through him. He is the eye of the storm.

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