Well, shit. Kiuaji hadn't busied himself with gathering the bones and a part of him is relieved. He hasn't caused the weird monster guard dog that now hunted and spied on them like particularly tasty morsels at an all you can eat buffet. Still, he cannot deny the chilling shiver that ran down his spine. God's are the greatest players of the game, are they not? They hid their hands well, they knew how to misdirect and deceive, or so the stories he'd been told had said. It appeared that they were right, maybe it was for the best that Dorobo's God's had died, screaming into an abyss while their would-be-servants turned a deaf ear and a blind eye.

The poisoner has seen war, betrayal, death but nothing quite like this. A land brought to ruin pales in comparison to what God's truly brought.

He sighed, eyes slipping shut as the familar grey hide of Nyx found itself between the jaws of the creature many had helped build. Matanye is in his mind in an instant, a soothing, flooding warmth. Tentative and questioning, she too is disturbed and alarmed but she relied on her bonded to ground her in uncertain times. Now she was just returning the favor.

Fall back, regroup.

Not a half-bad idea.

Another mare wanted to unify them and fight.

Also not a half-bad idea. If a little suicidal.

The Poisoner weighs his options as his purple eyes flickered open.

You have magic, use it. Her voice is an echo, a ripple on a calm pool and he exhaled a sigh. Yes, he had magic. He supposed now was more the time than any to use it. Matanye left his withers in a great beat of her wings, no doubt off to try and find Tembovu among the carnage.
The pain is a sweet bitter taste, not-so-gentle tendrils of shadow and earth strip his flesh in bright streaks of red in his mind, he contorted and shifted a grunt and hiss of pain. The Lindworm coiled and thrashed as it replaced the poisoners visage, forked tongue flickered between long teeth. Clawed paws tested the earth beneath their grasp before he coiled onto his belly, slithering forward like a serpent through the crowd, horned head tilted to keep the creature in his sights.

He will attack if necessary, but for once the Poisoner is selfless in his wants. He will find Edge members and see that they are safe. He will edge closer to the stricken Nyx so he may offer a defensive barrier if able.