"Hello?"

This was not the cautious voice of a pretty little mare lost in the woods.
Rather it was a wicked taunt spewed from the fat lips of an orc.
Jaydan paused immediately, wings providing the barest of whispers as he froze, caught in the shade of a tree's shadow. All muscles quivered with the intensity of the moment as Jaydan sought to locate the foul beast.

Another blather of jibber came. "Who's out there?"
Teeth clicked in annoyance, but it was enough to provide Jaydan the location of the mutant.

Blue flesh rippled in the pale starlight as the jay strode forward. Each stride was a calculated progression of movement. Every hoof placement was secure and soft, wings pressed tight to his side so not even the wind could rouse a peep from the chatty feathers. His tail hugged his rump while his neck lay parallel with the ground. Only his withers moved extensively, rolling like a cat on the stalk.

His horn tip parted the brush with a sigh. Blue eyes blinked in the light of the fire's glow while the haze of war screamed on around him. Over there someone met a club - agony by song. Just behind someone broke their leg - a serenade of terror. Near here someone plummeted from the mount into the forest - a deadly absence of sound.

All around him comrades fell. Brothers, sisters, friends, family - all were destroyed. Ruined by one like this monster ahead of him. Jaydan shook, his rage a nearly tangible thing, writhing and violent like a snake still biting even with its head cut off. I'll go down biting. I am Luin's head.

Its features were bulbous and swollen. Jaydan knew from experience the unnatural lumping was typically full of pus. It gave the thing a rounded head that grinned with hooked teeth. Hair fell from its skull like spider web silks that have trapped so much dust they crack and shatter. Its thighs are monumental, thick as some tree trunks and just as scarred. In its broad hands a scythe gleamed malevolently; Jaydan dipped his own sword towards its stomach.

His lip quivered over clenched teeth as anger spun out of him in excess. He could not withhold himself any longer. The pain wrenched in his gut and like spurs in his side sent him into an explosive reaction. Jaydan shot out of the brush with a strangled cry of revenge. His horn aimed true at her belly, drawing on her right side though unfortunately from her front. His hooves cleaved the earth while his wings hugged his body to maintain aerodynamics. He charged, swift and murderous.