<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Xylie shut her eyes tightly and focused on pulling her wings into existence. It was usually an easy enough task. One she could do in her sleep. But with the beasts in all directions and her nerves frazzled, she was having trouble gathering her wits. Within moments the shimmering opalescent appendages flickered. The light casting a mystical glow around her. If the things had not spotted them earlier, they surely did then. The fae's wings were a beacon of light in the dark forest surroundings.<br/><br/>She flapped her wings experimentally and hovered a foot into the air. The movements refracted the glowing light all around them and danced over the features of the wild things slowly circling them. She whimpered in unadulterated fear. This was her first time seeing something so vile. The body of a large bear, with matted fur the color of shadows, figure of a deformed Hyena or something of the like. Growls filled the air. A metallic scent entered her nostrils. <br/><br/>At that moment, the girl almost flew up into the canopy on her own, but she remembered she had something to protect. Or at least attempt to protect. Wrapping her arms around her thing's figure firmly, she struggled to propel them into the air. <span style="color: #BF00FF">"Don't struggle."</span> She warned him.</span>