Daring Do and The Obsidian Feather

"Let's take the right," you say. "I'd rather not deal with the desert right now."

Bloodhound nods. "Alright, missy, follow along behind me," he says.

You follow Bloodhound into the forest. The light fades quickly as you enter, and soon almost all visibility is gone. You can only tell that Bloodhound is still in front of you from the flicking of his tail in your face. At first, the whoops and calls of the forest's residents fill the air, but soon they fade and you walk in complete silence. It's unnerving, to say the least.

"I'm gettin' a bit nervous," says Bloodhound, shattering the silence around you.

"Keep going. We can't afford to get cold hooves...er talons, paws, whatever you griffons say," you answer.

You hear Bloodhound's feathers ruffle as he shrugs and lowers his head once more. His tail whips you in the face, and you can't help but wonder if it was deliberate.

Suddenly, the tail in your face is pulled away. There's a shriek, and then silence.

"Bloodhound?" you call quietly.

Suddenly, something sharp and heavy presses down on your back. You feel claws dig into you and you hear something snap as the weight crushes your spine. Your hind legs rendered useless, all you can do is cry out and try to catch a glimpse of your attacker.

The grinning face of a hungry manticore is the last thing you see before the world fades to black.

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