Each hoofbeat reverbrated from the trees in sickening vibrations that reached back to his goat-like ears like the screams of the burning village he'd just fled. His legs pounded as hard as they could, trying desperately to escape the endless shrieks of those with charring flesh and desperate families trying to clasp their loved ones together in protection, only to fall to the horrendous flames that climbed the bark of trees and spider-webbed across every building within a few feet of the one before it. The smoke billowed out over the treetops, obscuring the beautiful sun from shining down through the leaves, as if the gods themselves had send the hot tongues of light. It was a black, ominous cloud that shrouded the undergrowth in miserable dusk, and spooked every bird and squirrel from their nests. Before he'd gone far, he skidded to a stop to observe the paths ahead of him. There were two ways to go. One path led back to another faun village he'd known growing up, and the other led somewhere he'd never traveled to before. It didn't take him long to choose the path that led to the next village, and he dashed down the rocky path as quickly as his feet would allow to search for help. Perhaps they would be able to send help, or at least help them find survivors... or bury the dead.