Whispers on the wind, peace within. A warbling call, something that says it all. Reaching with a noise, forsaking words in favor of my real voice. So natural to stretch like this, reaching to sea and sky, in this time of twilit magic. SO powerful am I, this excitable buzzing in my blood makes me feel fantastic! I could take on the world, it's really quite absurd! I search for my target in the haze, my purpose not forgotten. I will stalk the demons tormenting me, to set myself free. My claws are out, ready to pounce. As for how I look, I care not an ounce! @WoodlandSpunWritings