 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die She awakens to the sound of screams. Somewhere in the distance, cries of pain and torment reach her ears. Slowly opening her eyes and gathering her legs beneath her aching body, Tyrna takes stock of the world around her. She landed in what used to be a forest though the trees are burned and twisted. The ground beneath her hooves is littered with the bones of various animals. The grass growing in sporadic, charred clumps, crunches as she tries to leave. Though the trees are dead and twisted they are still thick and rather difficult to see through. Judging from the size she would almost guess that she was in the Amazons or near the Falls. The thought that this is what would become of her home turns her stomach sour and her mouth fills with the taste of ash. Still she presses on, the name that has replaced her heartbeat pulsing through her veins, the last whispers of Carnage whispering in her ears. It's by the sea, about a mile off. It offers little solace but it's still direction. The sky is angry so the air burns. Each breath fills her lungs with soot and each step becomes harder than the last, but still she moves forward. She isn't sure how long she has been wandering through the twisted trees and it starts to feel like she's going in circles when she breaks into a clearing. She eagerly looks around before noticing a set of hoof prints smeared in the ash and a small crater among a pile of bones. Somehow she had looped back around to where she started. Tyrna can feel her vision start to go blurry around the edges and her breathing becomes harsher, drawing in deep lungfuls of ash and relishing in the burn. Closing her eyes, she focuses on trying to find the sea through smell. It was only a mile away, hopefully the salt would cut through the ash enough for her to find her way out of these goddamned woods. With one more breath she catches the faintest whiff of saltwater off to her left when she hears the howls. The deep throaty calls son't sound like any wolf she has ever encountered before, and there are several of them. Each howl is closer than the last and tinged with an anger she can relate to. She can hear the snapping of twigs and the snarls gaining speed when the first of the pack bursts from the treeline behind her. She can clearly see that wolf was the wrong term. The bestial thing before her would have been about seven or eight feet tall if it were standing straight, but instead remains hunched, dragging it's impossible long arms along the ground. It's legs are coiled to pounce with long clawed feet attached to a nearly hairless,lanky frame. But of course it is the face that has her knees shaking and mouth dry. Though it has a humanoid body the face is all lupine. Hairless like the rest of it's body, it's muzzle is elongated and filled with dirty, broken teeth, a jumble of canine and human teeth vying for position to be the first to break flesh. The feral eyes glow green with malevolence and hunger as the elfin ears perk up to better hear her breathing. The creatures eyes never leave hers as it takes a step forward and two more of it's kind come slinking up next to it. The leader tilts its head and opens it's maw unleashing the unearthly howl, alerting something to their position. The other two slavering cronies seem to smile at the prospect of such a large meal, but she doesn't give them the satisfaction. She runs. Broken tree limbs scrape across her back, tangling in her mane in an attempt to slow her down, but she can't stop. She runs off towards her left where the tantalizing scent of salt wafts towards her. Besides the pulse of her name it is the only lifeline the silver mare has. The faint breeze shifts the scent of the sea around, masking the true path, but still Tyrna runs. The sound of the pack growling and crashing after her seems to maintain it's distance. They aren't getting any closer(as the occasional howl tells her) but she isn't losing them as she weaves through the trees either. She doesn't fully realize she is being toyed with, herded, until she breaks through the treeline onto the the beach and sees what she can only assume is their master. The being before her was almost enchanting, were it not for the blood-lust that lurked behind his all too human eyes. Also humanoid, this creature stood about eight feet tall with a pair of bat like wings sprouting from its back. The body is mostly human, covered in fur, the hands and feet tipped with sharp claws. The head of the terrible creature was more wolf than his packs, longer muzzle, longer teeth, but the same burning hate in his eyes. He smirks with lips that were never made to smile and watches in satisfaction as his pack follows up behind her. Tyrna can see the wormhole glimmering unnaturally in the burning sea before her but she lies trapped between demons. The wolfen creatures stand still around her, absorbing her fear and helplessness. Relishing in the calm before the storm as they let her emotions ripen her flavor. Her legs shake with fear and rage, her breath comes in harsh pants from her exhaustion, and above all she feels the tug that the wormhole causes. Once more the frantic beat of gail.Gail.GAIL. thrums through her and she stops her shaking. She is piss terrified but nothing was ever gained by standing still. The wolf god feels it in the air as she comes to her decision. Within a heartbeat the wild mare and the dread wolf leap at each other. A frenzied hunger and panic glistening in their eyes. The demi-wolf leaps high wings outstretched to keep him aloft as he makes a beeline for the mare. Anticipating the use of his wings, Tyrna jumps slightly off to the side. As the god swoops down towards her, her sideways lunge puts her in the path of his wings. As he turns mid flight to adjust for her trajectory, the mare lunges forward kicking out at the bones and membrane in his wings. His claws rake against her rump as her body weight and added strength crash into his more fragile wings. It isn't enough to break a gods bones, but it sends him crashing into the sand and allows her to leap past as his claws once more catch her side in a last attempt to stop her as she runs full tilt into the ocean. She can hear the anger roars and snarls behind her as, ignoring the burning of the salt and heat in her wounds, she dives towards the wormhole. The siren song of Gail pulls her through to the other side. Swallowed into whatever nightmare comes next. Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |
(ooc: just fyi haha the lupine ones i am imagining as looking like more twisted angry versions of harry potter werewolves , and Ngirrth'lu like underworld meets an american werewolf in london)