wildmage_daine: (ermine summer)
wildmage_daine ([personal profile] wildmage_daine) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream 2015-08-06 02:36 am (UTC)

So I see, Daine replies, flattening her ears back. Huzzah. Hold on tight. And she breaks into a gallop.

It probably wouldn't be much of a chase if the streets were less cluttered with stalled cars and debris, or if there weren't so gods-curst many of the things - not just behind her, but coming from the sides, too. As it is, Daine has her work more than cut out for her just to stay ahead of the mob, and things only get worse when she reaches the borders of the Park and realizes someone's barricaded the smaller pathway she'd been aiming for. She pulls up short with a grunt of dismay, then lashes out with a hind leg, catching one of her pursuers in the knee and sending it sprawling.

This is bad. They're pinned against the Park until she finds another way in, and there are enough of the monsters now to pen them in if they're not careful - or if they don't get help. She wheels around and surges up Fifth Avenue, casting her magic out like a net in a wordless, desperate plea. The crows answer, rising out of nearby trees and swarming around her and her passenger in a raucous mob and flapping into the faces of their pursuers. It buys them a little space, and Daine takes it, lengthening her stride as she gallops down the sidewalk.

Their luck doesn't hold. A toppled food cart blocks the way - she could jump it, but she might lose the Balladeer in the process, and more of the monsters are closing in.

Really, there's only one other direction she can possibly go.

Hang on until we're in the air, she orders tersely, and then go limp. Trust me.

That's all the warning she can give him before she turns towards the wall bordering the park, gathers her haunches beneath her, and leaps.

The wall itself is a bit too high for her to clear, and topped with a crooked coil of barbed wire for good measure. But she doesn't stay in horse shape; once she's launched them both upwards, she twists and shifts, prehensile feet gripping the Balladeer's arms and large pteranodon wings dragging them both over the barrier. He's still far too big for her to carry, though, and they hardly clear the wall before they're both dropping down into the underbrush and tumbling down a hill, Daine hastily shrinking herself into ermine shape to counteract her own momentum.

By the time she finally rolls to a halt, she can hardly tell which way is up. Balladeer? she calls, staggering to her feet, fur askew.

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