Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151008210931/@comment-27235572-20151027123847

Quinn jerked to attention, confusion flooding her features. While fighting to gain control of her impulses, she had completely missed the signs of danger.

Stimuli flooded her brain, filling it with worrying input. Smell!: the heavy musk of rotten animal flesh. Taste!: bile rising in her throat. Touch!: cold metal cooling her wrists. Sound!: screams and growls from friends and enemies respectively. Sight!: her companions being attacked by wretched hounds.

In an instant, Quinn was bouncing on her heels anxiously, knives already placed in her firm hands. The question of what she could do, who she could help to save, was maddening.

But, the call of her name, one to get her attention, was far too late for her to react. In an instant, another hound leapt out of the shadows, slamming into Quinn's back.

Shock instantly gave way to determination as Quinn twisted around once she hit the ground and slashed the dog on the muzzle. Snarling, the demonic dog snapped at her arm, once, twice- And then came the scream as jaws clamped down fiercely on her arm.

With a violent jab, the vision in one of the hound's eyes was snuffed out. Howling pitifully, it released her arm. Quinn scrambled backwards desperately, gingerly holding up her slightly mangled arm. They needed to get out of there before they were all slaughtered by forces they didn't understand.