Shenyo's body hit the ground, his fingers just barely losing grasp of Lydia's clothing as they crashed down. The last he saw as his body fell into the tops of the trees was her body being pinned under the falling tree. The images in his mind were fuzzy after that. The sight of leaves and branches flying by him as he flew toward the ground. The sight of people coming after him. The glinting of light off of his claws, a crimson liquid dripping from them. The voice.<br/><br/>The voice rang so loud he could hardly bear it. A voice of hopelessness, of violence, and encouragement on a violent path. It threatened to crush his soul. Lydia was dead. He had seen it mere seconds before she hit the ground. She was not strong like he was. The fall alone would have been enough. There was no hope. These thoughts kept being forced into his mind as a slide show of wilderness and vampires filtered through his vision. There was nothing on the outside that resembled Shenyo. Just an animal being hunted. Or was he hunting them?<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>"Sir. Another report has come in from the field." The man looked to Lydia, before looking back to the leader. The leader glanced at her as well, before separating out from the group to discuss the situation in private. Lydia could only make out a few words here and there as she strained to listen. Her efforts were pointless as the captain shouted in anger, his emotion conveying the report well enough.<br/><br/>They continued to push their mounts to the limit. She could feel fear in the air, despite their stone faces. What was Shenyo to them? What was she, to them? How much did they really know?<br/><br/>It would only be a few hours before they arrived in the new capital city, charging down the empty streets as the full moon rose high into the sky above them.