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Welcome to My Nightmare

Chanticleer lets fly a fire arrow at the 'no-see' spot, hoping Suraksha can spot its trail through the air; if they're really lucky it will strike the mara and mark the creature in a way they can see. Even if not, it will indicate the general area of its location to Suraksha. Since they're moving, he's fairly sure the arrow shot won't be able to be followed back to them, as well.

The flame-headed arrow arcs up, lighting up the area around it and giving Suraksha's feline eyes something she can easily trace in the night sky. It can't quite reach the mara, but there is a shriek of anger or possibly of pain from the creature as the arrow reaches the acme of its flight. There is a terrible sense of wrongness in the section of sky that holds the nightmare, but it is still impossible to see well: Black. Scarlet. Livid white. Ragged wings. It swoops erratically, as if blinded.

Suraksha swears in a rough growl, bounding along after the peculiar sensation put off by the mara. If only the thrice-damned thing would get low enough, she'd try... over her shoulder she snarls, "Chan'dhi! Wiz gryphon -- forze i'dh down so I grab!" Chanticleer grimaces and nods, swooping the gryphon up and over the horrid patch of don't-want-to-see -- then dropping, attempting to force the mara to sink a little lower -- or at least in range of Suraksha's pounce. Suraksha's bounding becomes more deliberate as she intently stalks the strange thing at a gallop, measuring carefully. She can jump shockingly high, especially if she plans ahead and can leap off a tree at her target. Now all she needs is for the mara to startle away from the sudden presence above it... as Chanticleer flies up and over the creature there is a wave of pure, paralyzing fear. Luckily the former knight is moving and battle-hardened, letting him fly through the terror and come out the other side with little more than a speeded-up pulse and a couple of flashes in the back of his mind of his worst nightmares returning. The mara screeches and drops through the air, bringing it into pouncing range for the tiger-shifted 'Chana.

Chanti is also able to get his first really good look at the creature. The wings are a chimerical and eye-twisting mixture of bird and bat. Scabrous and ragged, they beat at the air to keep the mara aloft. Clothes in shades of dusty gray and moldy brown are full of holes and stained with unthinkable substances. Matted hair is the color of black mildew, and the face is pale beyond pale with red-rimmed eyes and scarlet-stained lips. Chanticleer realizes why he doesn't want to look at the creature: it's clearly unwholesome, unpleasant, and horrifying. He has seen some horrifying things but there's something about the mara that induces nightmares just by looking at it -- he's certain he's not going to forget this anytime soon. As he forces the mara lower, he prepares to lay a circle of salt around wherever Suraksha brings the creature down.

Suraksha is utterly silent by this point, trying her best to not draw the mara's attention. As the weird sensation seems to swoop down below the stooping gryphon, the big tiger places her huge feet very precisely. A bound upwards to bounce off a tree branch, a twisting leap upwards to intersect her target -- and she's airborne, jaws parted and paws wide to grab!

The mara is right in the track of 'Chana's leap -- the tiger-shifter feels the impact as if she has run into a solid brick wall, and the creature flashes with a painfully bright, greenish light. For a moment they're suspended in midair, frozen together before they crash to the ground, the mara screaming and clawing at the enormous tiger. By now Suraksha is also snarling and roaring, trying to effectively pin the creature. At worst, she'll be happy if she can keep it in place long enough for Chanticleer to swiftly lay out the circle of salt, though. She does her best to plant large paws on the wings, and to grab the scruff of its neck.

Chanticleer gives a silent cry of victory for Suraksha, already reining the gryphon around to lay the circle of salt quickly around the two. The creature is borne to the ground under 'Chana's weight, but when she tries to pin it, it isn't quite where she expects it to be. There's something that makes it feel almost slimy, or as if the limbs she sees aren't the ones it actually has. The mara's field of terror strengthens, trying to reach out to encircle the two trying to catch it. Suraksha goes silent as she struggles to contain the thing, spreading out her claws -- those will usually catch in just about anything! She hasn't the luxury of wondering why she's more furious than terrified, however -- her entire focus is on keeping this thing down.

Chanticleer struggles to maintain his composure against the monster. He nocks another arrow, but will not fire unless he can be certain he's not going to strike Suraksha. He makes absolutely certain to finish the salt circle first before he starts attempting to fletch yon mara, however. Almost unconsciously, the gryphon flits a little higher -- as if trying to get out of the sphere of terror.

Suraksha sighs in relief once the salt circle is complete, sitting back a bit. She blinks as she notices Chanticleer nocking an arrow, snarling, "Dreamca'dhcher, dammi'dh!" Chanticleer blinks, then grimaces, having forgotten the dreamcatcher. Right; no killing of the mara. He hurriedly pulls out the dreamcatcher net.

As 'Chana spreads her claws, she feels them catch in something and the mara snarls, sounding like no creature they've ever heard before. The fluid that comes from the felt-but-not-seen wounds is cold and thick -- too cold and too thick for blood. Suraksha carefully pulls back her paws now the mara is caught, growling, "Sorry," then glances up at the ravens, adding, "Go! Ge'dh Her! Fas'!"

There's a flutter of wings and a chorus of croaking caws as the ravens take to the wing. On the ground, the mara shifts and twists under 'Chana and she feels claws drag through her fur, looking for and missing her flesh. Its screaming and screeching are painful to the ears. Suraksha snaps, "S'dhop tha'dh!" and slaps away the claws. "Hush! Don' wanna hur'dh you," as she continues to hold it down as best she can. Chanticleer drops the dreamcatcher atop the mara as soon as he has it out and positioned, and Suraksha carefully shifts little by little, helping spread the dreamcatcher over the mara.

The creature is still struggling and hissing at 'Chana. Finally, words are audible in the ear-piercing noise, "Let me go! Kill you!" As the spiral-woven net drops into place, the mara shrieks as if it is in terrible pain and starts howling unfamiliar words.

Sura flattens her ears irritably at the incredible noise as she grumbles to Chanti, "'Member, need both..." Chanticleer grimaces as the mara starts to form actual words. He prepares the second dreamcatcher, setting it on the mara as soon as it's ready. Sura glances at the gryphons, adding, "On guard! Ya?" They are already circling, screeching and bridling. Suraksha nods at that -- with the amount of noise they're all making, at least Morganna should be able to find them quickly. The big supernatural sighs; she knows it will also make things extremely easy for anyone tracking them as well. She growls grimly to Chanticleer, "You guard also. Unless iz Morganna... shoo'dh. I hold this." She herself continues slowly and doggedly wrapping up the mara in the dreamcatchers, careful to keep it in the center of the salt circle. She'll try to gag the weird thing once it is completely bound... but first she wants it completely wrapped and held.

The creature doesn't realize what's happening to it until both the nets are wrapped around it -- and then it begins thrashing, keening and howling in what sounds like genuine pain as it tangles itself even more completely in the dreamcatchers. Suraksha gently pins it down, covering its mouth. "Hush. Soon free." When Suraksha puts her paw over its mouth, though, the ragged, discolored teeth sink into her pawpad. She snarls irritably, yanking away, then simply lays her furred foreleg across its neck; few things shriek well when they're out of air. She grimly licks her paw clean as she leans on it.

Chanticleer remains on the gryphon, in case the mara slips from the dreamcatcher nets. He holds his breath, watching. The limb across the throat works and the mara's struggles weaken slowly into nothing. As it goes still, the spine-shivering sense of barely-held-back terror fades. The appearance of the mara also fades. Suraksha lifts her foreleg; she doesn't want to kill the poor thing. She growls softly, "Quie'dh, please? Free you soon." Chanticleer lets out a breath as the mara calms -- then remembers he's on watch, and keeps alert for any support arriving for the mara. He looks around, tense and readying the bow again, then moves to hide in a place that can overlook the location -- so he doesn't make himself and the gryphon a target for anyone who is coming.

The unwholesome appearance of the mara fades slightly. The wings smooth out, the ragged feathers disappearing to leave only the leathery bat-like wings. The skeletal limbs fill out and the flesh pinkens slightly. The eyes are still red-rimmed and the mouth is full of sharp, too-long teeth, but it's easier to tell that the creature is female. Suraksha shakes her head once, but doesn't shift; she's been careful to pin but not crush the mara. As long as it remains quiet she'll not cut off its air again. She sighs, keeping a wary eye on it, and prays internally that Morganna is able to come very, very swiftly -- hopefully before Nuadha realizes they have his nemesis captured.

In the distance there are three or four pained squawks followed just a few moments later by the desperate flapping of wings as one of the ravens returns to them. A couple of its wing feathers are broken, and it is bleeding from the thigh. Suraksha groans quietly, then rumbles, "Wha'dh happen?" She doesn't want the raven heading to Chanticleer, giving away his location. She's really worried now, though: anything that is willing to tangle with Morganna's ravens... is going to be quite willing to tangle with her as well. Chanticleer frowns, his eyes narrowing as he spots the raven, and he resists the urge to leap forward. Instead he hunkers down, readying his bow and making himself as alert as possible to any approaching. It's clear someone is coming, knows they are there, and is seeking to free the mara.

Suraksha glances around worriedly as she waits for the raven to reply. The struggle between herself and the mara has effectively flattened the underbrush, leaving little to no cover for the bound creature. Sura's going to have to protect it herself -- as well as fight whatever it is that's out hunting them. The raven settles on Suraksha's back, clucking and croaking pitifully. Its beak plucks at the feathers around its wound and it continues making corvid noises. Chanticleer is able to gather from the bird that either arrows or quarrels were fired at them. One of the others may have made it through, but the one that came back didn't think it could make it with the damaged wing.

Suraksha rumbles quietly, "Sorry, li'l one. Know wha'dh sho'dh you?" She adds so Chanti can hear, "Archers... hide. Shoo'dh from cover." Chanticleer nods, and is already in cover with his bow ready. He is Not Happy; the ravens are supposed to be sacrosanct, or at least emissaries of Morganna. Anyone who decides to go after them is messing indirectly with the Unseelie queen. He knows sidhe take their bets seriously, but this is going to get a lot of people killed. Suraksha considers: they'd been followed by a positive cloud of ravens -- she's not giving up hope yet. The raven's tone turns slightly exasperated. Of course it knows what shot it. An arrow shot it. The big tiger grins, "Sorry. Wha'dh fire arrow? Wha'dh follow you back here?"

The raven clucks grumpily. It didn't see where the arrow came from. It was a fair ways from where they currently are, if one were to travel overland. As the raven flies, it's at least three or four miles. Suraksha croons reassuringly to the frazzled bird. She's keeping a very wary eye out, though, and scenting the air carefully. Archers shoot from cover, so if she wants to not get shot she's going to have to be ready to leap abruptly... and hope Chanticleer detects and stops them first! The mara is shivering under the dreamcatchers. It's no longer screaming, but a low, pained whine is coming from its throat. It sounds like a small child or puppy that's been injured and is terrified.

With everyone's ears pricked and eyes wide, every noise and movement around them seems magnified. Every crack of a twig or flutter of wind draws attention. Chanticleer slowly draws back the arrow in the bow. Every moment that there is silence is another moment that the enemy gets into position. He does not like Suraksha out in view but the best thing he can do to help her is spot the enemy archers first... and fletch them. The raven clucks and flutters nervously; it thinks they should leave the mara where it is and hide from the arrows.

Suraksha murmurs softly and absently to the raven, "You go; I godda pro'dhec'dh mara. Won' leave helpless..." Her head is high as she keeps her senses alert -- then a sudden thought occurs to her, and she glances down at the mara, wide-eyed. If she carries the mara to cover it won't be in a salt circle... but the dreamcatchers will still keep it bound! She whispers to the mara, "Shhh... gon' ge'dh you safe under cover..." as she crouches next to it and very delicately shifts it to lie over her back.

The mara makes another pained sound as it is shifted over the tiger's back. It goes very, very still, not even seeming to breathe. In that moment of near-silence, a distant sound comes: howling. Several voices, calling and responding to one another. It sounds like a pack of wolves hunting, only no wolf either of the caravaneers have heard sounds this deep. Suraksha listens carefully for an instant, her head cocked -- does that sound like the mara's call? Hmm... no, not really. Suraksha will slip stealthily back into the underbrush, gliding over to Triumph. Internally she's blessing the big bear-sidhe woman for offering her the savviest and most calmly battle-trained gryphon in Morganna's stables. Chanticleer tenses. [Hells!] he thinks. [He's got a pack of werewolves? -or... dire wolves?]

Suraksha growls softly, speeding up a bit to get to Triumph. If she can safely get the mara onto Triumph's back with her, then they can all make a running flight for Morganna's domain... and maybe meet the queen on her way out to them. Whatever these things are... wait. Suraksha glances around, sniffing the air -- is this howling coming from Morganna's demesne? The sounds of the howling comes again. Suraksha can't be sure -- and they don't really have the time. It doesn't sound any closer, but it's definitely a pack of some sort communicating with one another.

Sura carefully lets the mara down next to Triumph, then shifts shape; it's not difficult for her to get the bound mara over Triumph's back. The gryphon mantles slightly at having the creature on his back, but he stands still. As she checks to make sure the dreamcatchers are securely wrapped about her prisoner, and the mara is secure on Triumph's back, the tigress murmurs to the raven, "Go tell my companion to get going! Ride with him for safety; we're going to try a run for Morganna's." As soon as that's done she throws on a cloak -- more clothes can wait -- then leaps into the saddle. She nudges Triumph on immediately, "Take us back to your home, as swiftly and sneakily as you can, please?" then starts carefully tucking the cloak around the mara before her, and herself. Softly she says to the mara, "I promise you we are doing our best to keep you safe and alive, mara."

The raven flaps over and settles on Chanti's non-occupied shoulder, clutching rather more tightly than before. Chanticleer perks quickly as the raven delivers the message, and sees Suraksha getting into the air on Triumph. He immediately throws himself onto the back of the gryphon. No time, no time...! They have to move ahead of the wolves, whatever those might be, and get back to Morganna's. He wings his gryphon into the air, quickly following Suraksha and letting the gryphon fly forward. He trusts Suraksha to lead the way while he keeps at least most of his attention behind them, watching for any pursuit. He's pretty sure wolves can't normally fly, so he's wondering how the pack is going to pursue the gryphons.

The mara struggles a little, then speaks in a lisping, whispering voice, "Hurtsss... let us out... not hunting you... let us ouuuuuuut..."

Suraksha says, "You'll be released. We want to break the binding that holds you first, though." She sighs, "I know it's hard to believe me, but I ask your trust. Soon, if we can sneak you to safety."

The mara moans, the sounds growing louder and taking on just a hint of the bone-chilling horror of before, "Nooooo! Mussst hunt!" It sounds pitiable. Well, almost. As they take to the sky, the gryphons thrust with their wings, taking their riders higher than their original flight. The already-cool air drops several degrees as they rise up, flying out of bow-shot. Suraksha just goes silent, reaching into her pack and withdrawing a hankie. She uses it to gag the mara, then simply keeps alert after that, glancing around herself warily and trusting the gryphon to take the safest and most surreptitious route back to his stables. She keeps her hands on the mara, both to hold on the dreamcatchers and to make sure it will not fall, huddled close over both her prisoner and Triumph, with the cloak tucked about them all. She so hopes they make it back safe, so she can put some darned clothes on!

Chanticleer is fidgeting a little, ready with the bow and considering using a fire arrow -- it'll at least mark any pursuit and make them easy to spot. [Where the hells are they?!] he thinks. The gryphons swing wide of the path they took before and powerful wings cut through the thin air, so high up that both Chanti and Sura feel just a little bit giddy. Below them they can hear the howls growing fainter and farther off; if their normal sense of direction is right, the gryphons are swinging them to the south of the pack. Chanticleer is not entirely sure they're free of the hunting pack; he's seen no indication that the Unseelie king is any less resourceful or foresighted than Morganna, so he's expecting fliers. He makes sure to scan the sky as well.

Suraksha trusts the gryphons to get them safely home -- she turns her attention to making sure she and the mara both are secure, tucked in, and (in the mara's case) still breathing and still bound. The mara continues struggling inside the nets; it manages to kick a leg free far enough to make Sura have to concentrate on getting it wrapped back up. In that interval, several somethings fly across their path. They move with the peculiar swooping grace of bats, though they are somewhat larger than the average. Suraksha leaves flight to the gryphon, and defense to Chanticleer, though -- she's struggling to keep the mara bound. She snarls frustratedly as she re-wraps the dreamcatchers around it, "Be still!" She tries her command voice this time -- they're so close! She really doesn't want to see anyone injured if she can possibly help it.

Chanticleer takes in a breath, then brings up his bow, firing off a flame arrow at least as much to discourage them from getting close as to strike one. The flame arrow flies over the cloud of creatures and illuminates them, letting the little group see what's after them. The creatures aren't like any bats out in the 'real' world -- they look almost like winged cats, with serpentine scales instead of skin, and blazing phosphorous green eyes. The fire of the arrow makes the whole group of them screech and dip, like a flock of sparrows avoiding a hawk. The raven caws and croaks angrily as it sees the creatures, and the gryphons pour on extra power; these are apparently not friendlies. Then the flying creatures dip and swerve, changing direction and heading right at them.

The mara hesitates, going still as it is commanded, and Suraksha sighs in relief. She swiftly straps down the entity more securely onto the saddle with her. After that, grim-faced, she starts yanking out her crossbow -- Chanti and his gryphon will need help. Chanticleer blinks at the serpentifelines. They're really rather pretty, he has to admit, in a lean and dangerous way. But with the raven's disapproving croak, and the gryphons flapping harder, he's going to guess they aren't Morganna's. He suspects the things are venomous in some way too, either with their fangs or their claws. This time he aims a flame arrow to strike the lead center one. Hopefully its immolation will cause the others to veer away.

The arrow doesn't hit quite where he means it to -- perhaps because the creatures fly in strange patterns and unfamiliar motions -- but it does take out one of the second rank of bat-like felines. The creature screams and its struggles damage a couple others of its companions as it starts to fall out of the night sky. The gryphons are starting evasive maneuvers; they don't seem to want to come in contact with the things. Chanticleer is going to take the gryphons' urge to not get near the serpentifelines as a strong suggestion for the humanoids as well. He lines up another shot, hoping more to scatter their in-bound flight than to actually take one down.

Suraksha lays a quarrel into the crossbow, then aims at the cloud of flying creatures. Her aim isn't as good as Chanti's, so she's careful to wait until she has a nice, clear shot. The arrow misses the catlike fliers, but it lets them see how the formation has changed. They've split into two groups, and each group is headed for one of the gryphons. Clearly they have enough intelligence to use their numbers wisely. Suraksha uh-ohs quietly, thinking hard -- what can she do that's helpful? She huddles down against Triumph for now, so he can fly that much faster, and considers. Well, most likely the creatures can't poison her... and she's got more clothing in her packs. She carefully re-tucks the cloak, pulls out a blanket, and waits. She'll try to flick off any incoming attacks and, if worse comes to worse, she'll try to intercede herself between the creatures and whomever they're trying to bite. Internally she prays Chanticleer's more lightly-loaded mount can get going faster, and outfly them -- because she has no way to help defend the sidhe and his mount.

Chanticleer lines up another shot, grimacing as he sees the serpent-cats splitting up. [Have to break up their formation!] he thinks, letting the arrow fly. The shot hisses through the formation heading for him, taking down several of the creatures as it goes. There are yowls and hisses of pain and anger as the cat-creatures break the two pronged formation and drop back and away, apparently going after the ones injured by the fiery arrow. Once the attacks break, Triumph screeches almost gleefully and climbs higher again. Chanti's mount follows and they slide into a screen of gathering clouds. It's as neat a disappearing act as one could wish.

Suraksha sighs in relief, patting Triumph's shoulder, "Well done! I'll have to thank Chanti later." She hastily checks the mara, wrapping the blanket around them both -- it's cold up here! She wonders how much further it is to Morganna's demesne; were she one of Guaire's she'd be feeling desperate by now, she knows. Chanticleer is trying to control his breathing. He nocks another arrow, not trusting the cloud cover to be enough -- and half expecting one of those flying snake-cat-thing... things to appear out of the clouds in his face.

It's a long, cold flight through the clouds. It's difficult to guess how the gryphons are navigating, but when they drop down into clear air again it is within sight of the lights of Morganna's palace. Moments later the two gryphons are setting down in a small, dark courtyard. Suraksha sighs in relief again, calling out to the raven on Chanti's shoulder, "Where are your compatriots? Where's Morganna?" She pats Triumph's shoulder again, adding warmly, "You were just amazing, dear boy!" Triumph tries to look demure; it doesn't work.

The raven mantles on Chanticleer's shoulders and clucks: it will bring Morganna to them. The injured bird flutters off, wings rustling in the dark of the courtyard. Suraksha giggles at Triumph -- he earned that pride! -and grins exuberantly at Chanticleer, "You were pretty amazing too, with that shooting!" More softly she adds, "Stay mounted and wary until Morganna's here, please." She carefully double-checks the mara, wondering if all Morganna's ravens got taken out. She suspects the Unseelie queen is going to be Extremely Displeased if so... and someone's head is going to roll!

Chanticleer sighs softly. "I'll breathe easier when we reach Morganna, Lady," he says, "and maybe not even then." Suraksha nods ruefully to Chanticleer as he adds sheepishly, "And thank you, Lady. I'm glad the archery did some good."

Suraksha grins cheerfully, "It was utterly amazing!" She gently pats the mara, adding to it, "Soon, you'll be out of the netting."

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