[color=a0410d]Foul death coveted the night sky - glimmering silhouettes roared demonically, and blitzed over its many ethereal wonders with unnerving speed; and out of nowhere a heavy net launched itself upon its prey, catching the mythic beast beneath by total surprise - though it would be swiftly avenged by the devastating prowess of an airborne kin. The misshapen corpse fell haplessly through the air, landing in a crumpled heap upon the glittering beach...yet its still drop echoed not only the dangers from above, but from beyond as well. Slate and hollow-faced as the first, a sudden group of lean hunters emerged from under the flaxen influence of the beacon's light, no doubt attracted to the scene by the smells and sounds of anguish. 

	The sky tore itself apart in a frenzy of scattered sprays and wispy trails of light, the shifting sands swallowed and regurgitated a hail of mechanical debris and fire from whatever the dead silhouette had rode atop, and the seas continued to beat mercilessly upon the rocks just shy of him. Ifor took all of this in with a solemn gaze, then upon instinct, clasped the gold-haired woman in front of him and t u g g e d. A shrill shriek decimated his ears and her squirming mass erupted in a fury of scrambling shoes and flailing joints. He could feel her jolt desperately back in the direction of her newly bound acquaintance, but slung her over his shoulders regardless, turned, and mustered all of the speed his shortened legs could carry him with. Yet just as he barreled off, the winds revived themselves in wild exhilaration once more! The air exploded about them, dashing the frantic pair up against the cliff, and causing Ifor to drop his catch onto the ground with a heavy thud. 

	Searing pain shot through the escapee's gashed arms, and grits of sand welled tears up in his eye, but he pushed on. The pounding of his heart doubled his efforts as the waking light of the moon herself seemed to revive him; his strength returned greater than before, and he slung the now limp Golde onto his back with renewed vigor. His feet beat madly at the sands, taking them ever-further from the battlefield, far away into the moonlit night. The scintillating seas drowned out the echoes of distant conflict, the frenetic thumping of his heart pounded away within his ears, and the passing winds scratched away at his parched throat...but in it, something struck with Ifor. The feeling of escape, of freedom from the chaotic din and -it seemed- the ground itself surged through his blood; fire coursed through his limbs and heart, but he paid little attention to them. The youthful bliss of speed mesmerized the heaving figure under the moonlit strip, and he pushed further, harder. Sand sprayed out from under his thunderous footsteps, the motion of escape bobbed his curled and grey hair up and down in time with his wispy goatee...and a smile crept up from between his flushed cheeks. The discord long behind them didn't matter now, and the fates of his newly met acquaintances hung far beyond his mortal reach. Let all else be lost, let nothing interfere with the sensation of this searing bliss; Let his energy be an offering for the blessings of the God of Speed.[/color]

"...Heheheh."