The muse's wings carried her swiftly through the city, ducking and diving between the ruins of buildings as she took a full survey of the carnage.  Just what was going on here?  It seemed like there were torn up human corpses everywhere, raped and otherwise desecrated.  The furs seemed to be doing a lot better at this point.  She dropped to the ground outside her favorite firearms store, and peeked in.  To her horror, the place was filled with angry wolf- and fox-morphs, viciously raping a pair of girls she recognized as the owner's daughters.  The owner wasn't visible, but the bulge in the stomach of one of the wolves said everything.<br/><br/>She eased silently into the door, and was sprayed with an errant gush of blood as one of the wolves tore off the eldest daughter's legs as he spewed his seed deep into her battered womb.  She couldn't even see what happened to the other, but her screams were enough.  The muse shook her head, mouth hanging open in shock.  What was going on?!  Civilians were being murdered /everywhere/.  She raised her voice, shouting out a "Stop right there!"<br/><br/>The wolves turned, leering at her.  The largest stepped forward.  "And just who are you?"  His eyes travelled up and down her body with a clearly hungry expression.  She took a couple steps back, edging out of the door.  With every step she took back, he took a step forward.  But her goal wasn't to escape /him/.<br/><br/>"I like to think I'm God," she laughed, and flung a ball of bright blazing fire at the wolf.  He laughed mockingly and sidestepped it easily, but the muse didn't see where it went - she was busy running the opposite direction.<br/><br/>There was a deafening explosion, and the entire city shook.<br/><br/>In an alley nearby, a pair of softly-glowing pink eyes awoke.