The Unraveling - It Burns

The searing pain erupted at her chest, all due to her proximity to the chaos she so adored. The bitter scent of singed fur filled her nostrils, but Illusion’s silvery eyes burned all the more bright. She looked down at the raw, throbbing flesh, blood bubbling faintly where the fire had kissed. A laugh—low, guttural—escaped her lips.

The agony was sharp, so sharp. But it was more than just pain. She relished it, let it twist through her like a brand, like ownership of this moment. The corners of her mouth pulled into a crooked, manic grin as her gaze snapped back to the writhing inferno of a creature that had delivered this carnage unto her. She forgot herself. Her mask had slipped for all to see, but she doubted any would pay her any mind. Her breath hitched, not from fear but exhilaration. Her chest rose and fell with each pulse of adrenaline, her heart hammering like a drum.

Her gaze locked on the monstrous thing, as she raised a paw to touch the edge of her wound, hissing at the sting but letting her claws trail the burn with something disturbingly close to fascination. Illusion’s laughter bubbled up again, louder this time, the chiming noise a soft interruption to the chaos unfolding.

Her steps moved her closer, reckless, almost inviting the fire worm to consume her fully. She tilted her head, eyes locked on the struggle of wolf versus beast, but caring none the wiser for who won. "Burn me again," she whispered, her voice low with both pain and a wicked glee. "I dare you." She was ready to move if needed, she just… wanted to be closer for the clashing of fire and blood. The scent of burnt fur and frying skin drew in and out of her lungs, she was vaguely aware of the others plan of action… but it was difficult for her to pull herself away from her reverie for the first creature to even deliver her a flaw. And such a disfiguring one, too.

"Illusion Nightwing"