"You're the only one with Father's wings, you can fly out of here."
"That's what Nokomis told me..."
"The gargoyle elder I met with earlier today. She was our grandmother."
"Was she? Then why didn't she ever see us?"
"Because we remind her so much of her son," Siden concluded. "And I will not leave. I won't go until I see to it that you are safe, brother."
"You're a fool, like Sabella, you know that? Why wait around only to be huddled by corpses?"
"I will either lie with corpses or become one myself before leaving you. I have no where left to go...," she sniffed the air. "What is that horrifying smell?"
"Probably from the forest."
"No. It's here."
Curiously, Tiko sniffed and looked up at a window above him. He stood on his hind legs and looked inside the window, with it's flickering light from the fireplace. Sitting on a rocking chair was a woman, her neck slit open and the flies already taking advantage.
"Oh my G--," he gasped, snapping himself back on all fours to avoid the gruesome sight.
"Brother? What is it?" Siden asked, about to look herself, but was stopped as Tiko placed a restraining hand on her.
"What is it?"
"They're dead. They're all dead."
"Oh...," she said, gasping as well.
Tiko heard his sister starting to cry and turned to give her a reassuring hug. It was a minor sign of comfort for a problem that greatly outweighted it, but she appreciated the offer.
"What do we do now? Even if I did fly I couldn't carry you all the way to the cliffs and I don't know how, anyway. Where else is there left to go?"
"I don't know. But we have to figure it out soon. Even if the flames don't touch the town the hunters will return to clean up the bloody mess. So I say we--"
A silent scream gave way as Siden was suddenly overcome with another terror. A bullet was heard and the echo had already sent chills through her, but the fact that her brother now lay dead before her was too much to bear. She wanted to follow her mother's ways and curl up beside the sibling who left her too soon, but she knew she had been spotted and was forced to make haste.
The dogs chasing after her, the fires emblazing around her, the smoke filling her lungs, Siden was in hell. A hell she wished with all her might she would die in, from the smoke, from the fire, from the fear. Anything to get her out of it, but the nightmare endlessly continued.
Typically, she had ran on all fours, in the usual wolven (and occasionally gargoyle) fashion. As she ran, she had her wings folded over her shoulders and thought why she had never used them. With wings as great as hers it seemed unusual to her that the idea to use them had never crossed her mind; then again, she was rasied by wolvens and had little to nearly no contanct with gargoyles, the most of which were the last minutes of her unknown grandmother's life.