Heartleaf Creek [m] Time is relative, but it's up.

Asmund had followed his mother at a distance, feeding off of her palpable anxiety. The further they were led from the pack's main den, the more concerned and frightened he grew. Why was Nea so far, didn't she understand that the world wasn't safe? There was a reason their mother was so cautious, there had to be for it had infected him down to his core.

He began to fall behind when she started running, and all too soon lost sight of her completely despite sprinting as swiftly as he could. His heart thundered in his chest, and then he heard snarling and shouting, and then nothing but a high-pitched ringing as he broke through the brush in time to watch the crimson begin to soak his mother's cream fur.

Everything inside of him went numb all at once, and he could only stare on in horror as the father he didn't know tore Inger apart.

Her daughter hadn't listened, and her son was also nearby. The panic of such a realization might have frozen her completely, but she was unable to register anything outside of the violence between herself and her husband. Inger didn't know they were watching, witnessing everything rather than returning to safety, alerting the pack, something that would save them from Rayjiek's wrath.

Her fangs were slipping through flesh, fur and blood, slowly losing their grip. When he pulled hard enough, tooth met tooth as her jaws clicked together and he was freed. The next instant, a blinding pain exploded at her temple and surged across her skull. Staggering backward, Inger was momentarily defenseless and it sealed her fate.

He was back upon her and she bit and struck out best she could, but his teeth met their mark regardless of her efforts. She felt her throat open, and the blood flood down over her chest. She was as good as dead, and yet she did not stop. Inger bit again and again, tearing and ripping at anything and everything she could reach.

She had to take him with her, she had to.

As Inger continued to try and chew into him, the smell of blood only drove him deeper into a frenzy. He couldn't stop his chaos, and soon he found himself ripping deep into her, Reyjiek was certain that any second his goal would be accomplished. He didn't stop though, he kept biting and tearing into her as hard as he could. He could feel the dull ache of her biting into him but that didn't matter. He had gone full Berserkr. It was almost as though his entire sense of being was completely gone, and all that he knew was to bring the end of life to those around him.

He paused for a moment to see if there was still movement from Inger....It didn't seem like there was much left of the girl. With this he continued to ignore the pain that she had caused him, and turned his attention to the little one who had brought him here.

"Lille, Lille, bli med mor er hennes bortgang. Bli med henne til Hel, se slutten på det hele." (Little one, Little one, join mother is her demise. Join her in Hel, see the end of it all.)"

He moved slowly towards the little girl, grinning an evil grin, blood dripping from his mouth, as well as his wounds. Soon, he thought, It will be over. Chaos will win.

The sound was terrible. Llinnea was pressing her ears as close to her head as she could get them, so hard they ached, but she could still hear it, the sound of flesh tearing and the snarls and snaps of teeth as her mor struggled against this man, as he tore into her and the stench of her blood clotted Llinnea's nose.

She didn't notice her brother arrive behind her, not until the horror of what was happening truly began to sink in. When the man turned to her, drenched in Mor's blood and some of his own, and spoke. She knew then what real terror was, so early in her young life. The fear that had frozen her to the ground turned to liquid and suddenly she was allowed to move.

Llinnea turned and bolted, tripping over Asmund as she went. The need to protect him returned to her in a jolt as she stumbled to keep her feet. "Lope!" she wailed to him, digging her tiny teeth into his scruff and tugging him. They couldn't stop, couldn't wait for him to see what was happening for himself, couldn't let the man catch them. They had to run and they had to run now. "Lope, Azzy, lope!"

Trusting that her ever-fearful brother would follow her, Llinnea fled.

EXIT

Currently traveling with Loach and Claw

Asmund could only assume that his family hadn't run because they had been utterly frozen by terror, as he was. Yet as he watched his mother be ripped into like prey, he realized she was fighting back, putting everything she had into hurting the unknown villain just as badly rather than escaping. Why? The question echoed inside of his skull, painfully loud.

The air didn't smell like anyone in particular anymore, just of blood. By the time mor stopped moving, he couldn't recognize what was left of her. Tears streamed down his face, but still his muscles would not budge, even as the man began to advance on Llinnea next. He could only stare at the stilled heap that had been the only parent he knew.

When his sister slammed into him, he was toppled easily. Her teeth bit into scruff and her words began to cut through. Lope, lope. Feeling did not return to his limbs, but he forced them to move anyways, clumsily at first before gaining speed as it finally sunk in that now his life depended on it.