The sun had finally set, the silver moon already making its way across the starlit sky. Loose dirt and scree crunched under Kha'lins paws as she ran, down the opposite side of the mountains. She paused for a moment, looking down into the new valley below, the neighbouring state of Daevera normally unseen by all citizens of Khemal due to the near impassable mountain range.
A freezing cold wind blew up the mountain, sweeping through the forests below. Kha'lin frowned, tasting the air on her tongue... Somthing wasnt right... She sighed, breaking into a light run, dirt crunching underfoot.
It was as she ran along the edge of a loose scree slope, nearing the very first trees of the forest that it happened. As her foot came down she slipped, loose dirt and stones rolling and sliding beneath her. The sound of whistling steel spun through the air, as a heavy chain whipped around her suddenly clumsy legs. She slipped and fell once, twice, and finally the side of her head hit solid rock with a muffled crunch.... Darkness enveloped her senses, even as she heard the faraway sound of crunching foosteps and drawing blades...