The Bracken Woods the end of the world was quiet

memnoch was nothing if not careful in this charnel house of wolves; the beast snapped, and away with it came a long swathe of his fur, plucked out at the root. the prophet had begun to run before then, thin legs churning across the earth, beneath the ash; behind him he knew she would follow, she and the infernal serpent.
bothering no more to waste his breath on the heathen, memnoch dashed madly for the cracked bole of a tree in the distance, assuring himself that the hellspawn upon his heels would not be able to follow where the great star did not allow.