Five long years.
Chernobyl ran. Trees pressed in on all sides, low branches whipping and grabbing at her mane, shoulders and flanks.
Five long, bloody years, since that day the stars had change and she found herself in this Celestia forsaken Everfree.
Behind her a predator howled, it had captured her scent. The howl echoed through the forest and was answered once… twice… three times.
Five years she had fought the monsters within it.
Still running, up ahead the trees thinned. If she could get clear of the trees her endurance would let her out distance her pursuers. Chernobyl cleared the trees and came to a dead stop. A shear 300 metre cliff faced her. The howls sounded nearer.
Five years since those eggheads decided to get themselves killed.
Chernobyl turned to face the hostiles, E-tool griped tightly in her teeth. A tree fell, a wolf 30 feet tall and made of the night sky tinted orange walked into the clearing, its paw shattering the tree’s trunk as it came down. Three smaller sky wolves moved out from behind their alpha, taking up flanking positions.
death or glory. Chernobyl charged the Lupus Major.
Five long years since she was due to die.