Gyrfalcon's Keep who we are

The sea-bound weather was not kind to the two-legged beast who abducted her and others from the court, though it was the ultimate price to pay for stealing away warriors chosen by the gods to fulfill their own selfish needs;

The wrath of Poseidon himself

Said landing was not without a few scrapes and injuries of course, and the deep gnash present on Kore's shoulder still bled actively, but it was better than suffering the brunt of this disastrous wreckage in the first place. For all the amazonian knew, her fellow warriors were probably drowned out by the waves as the ocean's punishment for not swimming to safety. Unfortunate since she had to walk these sandy shores alone, but Kore would not sit around to mourn those who threw away their will to live.

Now there was rain slicking down her feathery pelt and spreading the blood from her wound like a watercolor painting on its canvas. It's scent might be soon to attract unwarranted company, so it was best to scout out a place of rest before things got out of hand.

Kore's sights were soon to land on a shadowed area near the small mountain, but just as she began making her way towards it, the sound of grassy footsteps made it's presence clear. The femora froze and turned her attention towards whatever was approaching from the shadows -- whatever predator assumed to have smelled her wounds that she'll either need to fight or escape from...