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Harmony tightened her tail around the human. She had, of course, gone through his pockets and found nothing much of interest. There was, interestingly enough, a playing card hidden inside an inside pocket - Harmony did not know why a card merited such care, but she had run her fingers over it, feeling the slight ridges in the plastic-touched paper it was made from. The wyvern could normally see some in regular light, or even low light, but the fog obscured, muddling up her already muddy eyes. Here, her fingers were her eyes; she could stick to anything, but now she glossed them over his face, his chest. He looked interesting, Harmony thought. She squeezed her tail around him and experimentally lifted.

She sighed. Dragging a person around did not seem much fun, after all. It seemed like work.

Slowly, with a horribly wet sucking sound, her teeth released him. His arm flopped to the ground, marred by circular rows of teeth. Harmony smelled it, felt it as though it were a rising mist, and she pressed her hands to his wound, feeling her palms grow slick. With a delighted noise, she raised one hand to her face, smearing the blood across her cheek and over her mask. Her other hand rubbed some onto her arm where it glistened, as bright as poppies in a snowfield. Yes, if she had to carry him, he would give her this. At very least. A human could lose up to 35% of their blood before serious damage occurred. Harmony came from a family of doctors. With one last touch (she massaged it into the nape of her neck, feeling it dry quickly, become tacky, then rusty - her white skin shone), she began to drag her human along, following her senses to where the portals waited.

The only solution was to run, but soon she realized they were on some sort of road. And, Harmony knew from books and human movies (watched with the contrast turned all the way down and in a dark room), that cars were faster. She could not fly well while burdened with the human and it unsettled her, made goosebumps crawl across her ghostly skin. Grounded. She shook her head fiercely, sending her pigtails flying.

She stowed the human in the car, because even if he was not useful now, if he died, he would be, and fumbled the keys into the ignition. Along with dancing and etiquette, Harmony had been taught how to drive before. She knew were the gas and the break was, and how to steer.

However, Harmony was still severally visually impaired.

Harmony, for lack of a better phrase, floored it. It roared to life and leapt out onto the street, not unlike cars back in Miasma. She thought, if she held the wheel steady, it would go and rather find its way on it's own.

The thunder of that.... thing approached and, although she could not see more than a blob on the horizon of her eyes, she turned to stare. And that was when it hit. Hooves that were not hooves rose up and smashed down onto the trunk of the car. Harmony like out a high-pitched chittering noise of fear as the car bobbed and rocked.


Distance: 7
HP Loss: 5

She smelled the portal, saw the light and then, suddenly, the human was fighting her. He wriggled and struggled and Harmony hated this. It was effort; there was not enough blood; everything was quite wrong. Harmony clamped him to the ground using her tail.

"No! I, I made a promise," he said, the words distorted, as if coming from a mouth with the wrong shape. Then he stilled entirely, going as limp as he was before. A promise? Harmony scoffed. Now, wasn't that a silly thing. Promises meant very little, especially considering their current situation. Huffing out a tiny breath, she sat on top of him and decided what she should do.