Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.
Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.
Earth was full of surprises. From the small inhabits the size of one's digits to the planet's weather system. More specifically, those strong winds that turn into a twister and become so destructive and deadly.
Vortex watches one in the distance. It's a beautiful sight as he witnesses the tornado engulf everything around it and tear things out from the ground. His rotors spin, thinking how it could be better if it were closer to the human residence that was nearby, but it appears to be heading in the opposite direction.
It gives him an idea, most likely a stupid one, but it doesn't stop him from sprinting toward the dangerous twister.
Using his thrusters, he lifts himself off the ground and throws himself into the windstorm. His rotors spin faster as he hovers in the center of it, watching carefully as objects and debris circle around him to avoid getting hit, but with how fragile this planet's material is, he didn't have to worry about it too much.
Once his rotors spin at full speed, Vortex can feel the change in the tornado's pull and hovers in one direction, making the twister slowly follow. It makes him cackle in amusement.
Now comes the fun part of turning this storm around and making that small residential area its next target.
Yet he doesn't get very far when another helicopter, red, white, and angry, slams him out of the tornado.
