06-25-2015, 12:18 PM
 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die
She feels the wolf stirring in the back of her mind. Since her mock with Lyris it had grown cocky and restless. It wanted out. It was growing more difficult to control the beast inside her head. Each time it was released it seemed to grow stronger and the times between bursts seemed shorter. Tyrna knew it was only a matter of time before she started losing herself to the monster. Already her eyes had taken on a feral and predatory look. Her mane constantly tangled with twigs and leaves from her running wild through the woods and waking up in unknown locations, and her canine teeth were starting to feel like fangs. Now she was avoiding those she held dear until she could gain more control. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to the meadow. It was a large space and she had seen far worse cross through it's borders. The silver mare was cautious as she crossed the borders into the expanse of grass and trees. The wild look in her eye was enough to deter most company as she made a beeline towards the trees. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep as they say. A horse could get lost in the woods, and a wolf loves them. It's as she is making her way towards the cool comfort of the forest that she passes him. Well she thinks it's a him anyway. Scraps of flesh cling desperately to what she could only imagine was a once graceful frame. The way his bones and joints creak and rattle brings the wolf surging forward. Fleshmeatbones, tasty, tasty,tasty Wefeedwefeedwefeed, must eatriptear The voice is a constant buzz, accompanied with yips a growls. It makes her mouth water as she is bombarded by images of feasting on the decrepit creature before her. Instead she shakes her head and attempts to walk past the beast but can't. She is drawn to the shambling mass before her, a feeling of pity and an attempt to master her own demons warring with the wolf. With a shake of her head she adresses the creature. "Who the fuck 're you?" Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |