The roar ripped through her mind and sent a shiver down her spine. It was disgusting, this whole world was disgusting and with no mercy it threatened to devour her. Literally.  A flash of well-sharpened teeth moved to snap her up and she would have been if it weren’t for the distraction from above. Her golden gaze glanced upwards to catch the huge hawk like horse that hovered in the sky, he too looked like something out of some monster tale, but for now he helped and Dacianna held back her speculations in favour of fleeing. She may have gained two new allies in the spur of the moment, but she wasn’t hanging around to test their newly formed band against this titan shark. No way. She was not dying here, not in this freaky world; she had fought too many battles for it to end here. However, it was the strange sound of clattering bones that drew her attention and forced her fleeing legs to halt her next to the seahorse mare.

What?

What was with these vulgar creatures?!

Dacianna turned her nose up at the charging bag of bones that threatened to slice both her and the other mare with his sharpened wings as she danced to the side, feeling the breath of his attack wisp by her shoulder leaving a small scratch. Blue smears also painted her azure striped ally. This won’t do. They had to move, but something vile blocked their path. “Who dug you up” she spat at the undead creature showing clear displeasure through her disgusted look.

“Move carcass, go play with your demon friend, I think he likes you” she snarled, baring her horns a little further down, wondering if she could somehow get around him. She took her chance. It wasn’t like staying still and trying to be a hero was going to save lives. Not in this world. Not when the dead came back to haunt you. So she burst forward again, aiming to rattle the skeleton with her horns on the way towards him, listening to the other mare’s observation with a grim expression afterwards and answered with a brisk shake of her head. A cave would be the end of them; trapped and served for the shark mutant and ‘ol bones here. Higher ground would be better, but this was a warped world where not everything was as it appeared, perhaps running back into shadow was a better option. The darkness was both friend and foe.

She had little time to think as something touched her fleeing body. A diseased looking tendril made itself at home around her hind leg and she abruptly slammed all on, stumbling forwards. Annoyed, Daci turned to try snap the green grip from her leg with the sharp end of one of the points on her horn. Grimly she looked for the seahorse in hopes she was okay and, once confirmed, cast her gaze around frantically for some advantage or opportunity. “Help him find a way up and out of here” she pleaded her ally on the ground before turning to the skeleton.

“Hey! You! Corpse!” She shouted to the bag of bones “why don’t we have some fun together with our new friend here” she nodded to the revolting shark thing. Knowing that they would only find a way out if the one looking was unhindered. She cast a glance at the pebbled mare, nodding once in assurance, a way out was more important now.