Redhawk Caldera Vessel

She lunged for the child, again and again. 

Here, in dreams, she could be anything- and she chose the form of a great, golden tiger, with flaming red stripes. She'd seen it in glimpses here and there when she had become aware of her son's presence in the Awakening- and chose it now for herself for the sheer opacity of fear and pain that it caused the child. It leaked from him, and she fed on it, devouring that which could only make her stronger, and more potent. 

She called with a roar to summon the opening in the earth- dismayed to find that it did not heed her call as swiftly as she would have liked. A crooked thread of darkness began to open, like the one she had found after she had intervened in @Teya's dream. Bit by bit, it grew- but she could bide her time. 

His terror kept him in a state of paralysis, and she would not let him escape. Here in his own mind, he was a prisoner. She pressed in toward him, lashing her scythe-like claws at him and bellowing his fire at him when she roared. 

And there was nothing he could do to escape her.