Serpentine Desires
It was not a mere rush, but a necessity.
Power was a necessity. Without it, I was just like that little bird—vulnerable, at the mercy of the winds. It was my armour, my shield against the chaos. It granted me control, and the ability to shape my world rather than be shaped by it. I couldn't afford to be weak, to let the small and fleeting dictate my fate. No. I needed to command, to dominate. And it wasn't just about survival, it was about thriving, about imposing my will and marking my territory.
Without it, I was nothing but a feather in the storm, blown wherever the currents took me. But with it, I was the storm.