[center][color=lavender][h2][i]Freya Carstensen[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
[color=lavender]"Shit, shit, shit..."[/color] Freya cursed under her breath as they made their temporary escape into a dark cave, which really didn't feel like an improvement over a forest clearing. She'd expected something to tear into her back or her leg the whole way, not daring to look behind her as she and Brenton helped the twins along, but it never happened. A few of them had some nasty looking cuts and injuries from the little goblin things or the demon-horse, but somehow Freya was more or less untouched.

[color=lavender]"Yeah, unless it decides it wants to be a giant spider or a venomous snake next. Fuck!"[/color] Freya ran her fingers through her hair and paced, frustrated, terrified, and unable to slow her breathing. She knew she wasn't helping, but this was all kinds of messed up, and getting even worse fast. [color=lavender]"Sorry, I just..."[/color]

Freya forced herself to stop, close her eyes, and take three deep breaths. She couldn't panic. They were lucky to all still be alive after that shitshow, but panicking was the quickest way to change that. [color=lavender]"We can't stay here. We can't go back. I think we just need to hope there's a way out if we go through."[/color] Granted, there could easily be something worse than a shapeshifting horse and goblins inside the dark cave, but they had to take their chances, right? Better than going back to die, or staying here to die.

[color=lavender]"I'm not hurt, so... I could lead the way. I guess."[/color]