“RUN! RUN!! RUN!!!”

That was all Rarity could think as she pulled herself out of Gallus’s gullet. The mare’s mind blaring this cowardly cry as she stumbled into a disorientated gallop, as the fashionista franticly fled from the griffon that had tried to gulp her. Blind panic pumping through her shocked system as adrenalin carried the cosmopolitan couturist forward in her racing retreat. A surge of strength coursing through the unicorn’s body, urging her to get as much distance between her and the greedy griffon as possible, in a fumbled flight response.

Instinct carrying the prissy pony, as Rarity’s refined body bumbled into an unseemly sprint, desperate to escape her avian assailant. Deep down some primal prey reflex manifesting within the mare, as the panicked pony bolted down the corridor with a cowering comet with a wheezing whine of abject terror. The image-focused unicorn hopelessly out of her depth, as the trappings of civilisation had done nothing to properly prepare her for her natural predicament as prey. Her faculties running on fumes, as the mental exhaustion of what had just happened weighed heavy on her haunches, leaving Rarity no choice but to continue to barrel forward, lest she stop and find herself unable to move. Each step growing more painful, as the sensation of her well-maintained hooves hammering against the marble jolted up her legs in painful pulses.

At another time she might have fretted that each clattering clop might scuff a hoof, but now she didn’t even slow her stride, as in truth now she simply didn’t care. The equine only wishing to remove herself from the horrendous hunt she had been hurled into, so she could curl up in a mewling mess and get to grips with what exactly had just happened. Rarity becoming acutely aware that her breathing was becoming erratic, as she scarpered in search of safety. Her aghast anatomy prioritizing other things for her survival, as it had not expected to suddenly run a race of survival, leaving the horse borderline hyperventilating.

Rarity just gritting her teeth at the humiliation of this undignified dash, as she careened down the corridor in a b-line for her office. Something in the mare driving her there as if the space might offer sanctuary from the snarfing situation that would soon be hot on her heels. Her actions closer to an agitated animal than a sophisticated stylist, as Rarity’s long-repressed reflexes were the only thing driving her forward at this point. The mare whimpering slightly as her eyes began to sting, reminding her that her choice of mascara was now proving detrimental to her current predicament as prey. The running make-up making her feel sick to her stomach, as even with a short soak in saliva she knew her presentation was far from presentable based on how badly the now burning aesthetic was blurring her vision.

SKREE!!!!!!!

Rarity snapped from her critical eye by the startling sound of a savage shriek ringing out behind her. The absolute anger in the noise palpable, causing the mare’s scared sobbing to intensify as she was now sure Gallus was coming for her. The mare’s blood curdling causing her to cringe cringing and pick up the pace, as the mare simply refused to resign herself to being just a pretty pellet hocked up by a brutish bird. A shiver running up her spine as after only a few steps she felt a sinister shadow slide over her like a spectre of death. A coldness coursing through Rarity’s rattling bones, as the equine exerted herself harder in an attempt to ward off her closing her consumption. A panicky peek over her shoulder her last regret, as she caught a glance of a hate-filled glare in the split second before agonising impact….


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Rarity is running with all she has got, hopefully, it's enough, as Gallus is coming for her...


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