Northstar Vale That man is not your maker

Perhaps there was someone out there to pray to, someone looking out for her, or maybe it had all just been a stroke of luck. Black crept at the corners of her vision, her head swimming as her body grew heavy, though before it all faded she was ripped back. The force of another had collided with her father, dragged them both back as she coughed and sputtered, water gushing from her maw. The sound of clashing fangs and claws echoed though it quickly grew into white noise.

Weak and shaky legs carried her to the edges of the cavern where she used the wall for support. Her throat burned and the tears that pricked her eyes now flowed freely as she gulped down precious air. She hesitated to look back, but the temptation was too strong to stop her. She saw him. The real him. A monster, with a crazed look to those blue eyes. A craving or need plastered freely across his features as he seemed to not even bother with the stranger that now tore at him. Instead, he clawed for her, desperate to reach her.

Forcing herself to find her paws, the pale girl took a hesitant step back before pushing herself to run. She wouldn't look back. She didn't need to see him coming should he somehow separate from her guardian. She just needed to run. Run and never look back.