Lowell sat next to the campfire with his arm outstretched towards it, he gazed at the flames as they shrouded his arm, a few bits later he pulled it out from the searing flames to look at it. It was noticeably redder and there was this stinging pain coursing through it however, as far as he could tell, it was fine, How odd. He quickly got bored and shifted his attention to the area around, his surroundings were blurred as they quickly changed from forests to deserts to even some unrecognizable biomes, almost as if all he has to do is touch them and he’ll discover that he’s only been looking at a book full of pictures and paintings.
As the aukarian was contemplating putting his hand on the blurring mirages, suddenly, an inhuman guttural cry that shook the very soul of anyone who heard it rang out
"oh fark, it’s dem!"
Lowell cursed aloud as he hurriedly stood up, in all honesty he didn’t know who “them” were, at least at nothing than a basic level, all he knew is that he didn’t want to meet whoever was the source of that sound. He turned around erratically, looking for his mount when the horse-dog amalgamation suddenly appeared next to him and headbutted his side to get his attention. Lowell didn’t have the time to question how it managed to sneak up on him or where did it come from as he could already hear the sounds of hooves slamming on to the ground echoing all around him, he hastily jumped on top of his mount, even though it was nearly 7 feet tall he has gotten used to climbing him. As soon as he had put his arms around it’s thick, muscular, long, leathery neck a path opened up within the blurry confines surrounding him. Not exactly having a choice and considering the fact that the sounds of his chasers are coming from the opposite direction, Lowell followed that path.
Now that he was safely running away on his mount he had a moment to catch a breather, so he did the stupidest thing someone in a horror situation could do, he looked behind him as he rode away. The blurry walls surrounding his now-deserted camp distorted even more as suddenly two mounted figures made of flame and ashes jumped through them, the duo felt familiar to Lowell yet oddly alien as well, however, as they quickly sped towards him the only thing he felt was fear, intense and primal fear at being touched by their flames. the flaming couple started catching up to them when abruptly, the path curved vertically and the earth started shaking all around them, causing all parties present to forcefully stop dead on their tracks, the ground shifted and rocks kept jutting out at random location until finally, they found themselves halfway on the side of a newly formed mountain. Not intending to waste this moment of confusion, Lowell tightened his grasp on the gorde’s neck and ordered him to start climbing, the mount did so as it started to nimbly and easily run along the mountain's steep walls, easily jumping from cliff to cliff and using any crevices to get higher and higher, faring much better than the two blazing hunters’ mounts. Eventually, they reached the mountain top which was strangely cut off midway as it transitioned into a sea. with nowhere to go and with their two hunters right on their heels, Lowell made the gorde mount jump onto the water with him on top.
Somehow, not only did they manage to survive the thousands of feet fall unharmed, they somehow were currently running on the water. Lowell didn’t know how they managing such a feat, he just knew that as long as he kept moving and didn’t stop, he shouldn’t sink. The two flaming figures that were chasing after them stopped at the edge of the mountaintop, letting out terrifying wails of fury. Lowell thought he finally managed to shake them off but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The two creatures of flame opened up their mouths as if to let out another scream, or so it seemed, their mouths kept widening further and further beyond what is humanly possible as a light brighter and hotter than their own bodies conjured inside of them, eventually forming into giant balls if flame. The flames vanished from the two creature’s jaws as soon as they appeared as they flew towards Lowell at unimaginable speeds, quickly slamming into his mount and decimating it. Lowell rocketed off his now dead mount by the force of the terrifying explosions created by the flames and fell several feet from his previous location. He had stopped running! The sea started convulsing around him, sucking him in with the speed and viscosity of quicksand. He struggled to get out but that only made it worse as his body became halfway inside the water with one his arms already stuck, was he gonna die? The question kept popping up in Lowell’s mind, of course he didn’t want to die, but it seems that this situation is completely out of his hands. As Lowel started accepting the possibility of death being a reality he caught sight of a ship on the edge of his vision,
" ’ELP! I’M OVA ‘ER"
he lifted his one free arm as far up as he could and started shouting in hopes of getting the attention of anybody on that ship. His fate was now in their hands.