*There were so many wolves. Feather had nearly forgot the look of them, the strong muscles under coarse fur, dagger like teeth and blazing eyes as they covered ground. Animals had gone wild after the attack on his world. People fled into national parks, and the animals had come to feast. Carnivores survived for a while, but all bowed before the flames eventually. They consumed all.
Feather screech loudly, a battle cry of a predator before he flared his wings open. Hands rose and the flames whirled around them. He commanded them to burn brighter, for the heat to rise and rise and seer flesh. He charged forward to meet the wolves, wings solidifying into metal as he swung around, slashing towards his foes with deadly grace.
Oaken’s whinny broke Feather’s concentration in the middle of the fight and he turn and ran, he ran as fast as he could towards the centaur. The flames-oh dear Chaos the flames were on him. He snatched his control out of thin air and anchored it down, willing the flames licking up the horse hybrid’s body to cool, till they were nothing but merely dancing shadows on his body. The wolf went down by the time he reached Oaken, practically throwing himself at the dead body as he shoved it off of him. The others didn’t matter-he assumed they were burnt to crisps anyway, if he hadn’t slit their throats.
Once the body was removed Feather placed his warm hands over the burns, letting soothing Chaos flow over the wounds. Numbing the pain. Not healing, but they had to get out of here. Oaken could match himself up later, they had to go, just in case.*
Easy-come on, you need to get up. It should stop burning in a moment, but you need to get up right now.
With Feather’s skill and power, the wolves had either burned or met death by the blade of those wings. The bodies of the smaller wolves now littered the ground, black from their burns; the pack was instantly cremated. The scene seemed hellish, Oaken’s strained cries from where he laid setting the tone. At this point, the centaur was blinded by fear, legs scraping at the ground as he tried to stand and get away from the fire that licked at his fur. But after a good moment, the fire seemed to melt away but Oaken was too frightened to notice. All he could feel was the burn and that charred body on top of him.
That did not last long, luckily as the body was shoved off. But the centaur continued to wail, breathing heavily as he felt hands on him. He instantly looked up, seeing only a shadow lit up by the surrounding Chaos. Oaken did not even hear Feather talking, fear constricting his chest as he clumsily got up, almost falling back down as he did so. The centaur did not even allow Feather to finish cooling his burn as he was sent into a gallop, bucking every few moment before he got to the forest.
Oaken wasn’t in his right mind at the moment as he charged through the trees at a neck breaking speed that normally, he would have known better than to do. As a result, he accidentally caught one of his legs on a root, causing him to fall forward. The sheer force of his run sent him sliding a few feet until his lower back met a tree, knocking the breath from him. At this point his vision blurred, head throbbing from the hit. But even with that much more pain, the centaur brought himself to his feet, now stumbling along in a daze but no longer letting his fear drive him.
Where was Feather?