Light flooded into the workshop of the half demon elf. The source, a magical portal that had opened up in the doorway, revealing a scene of natures fury.
Lightning flashes across the night sky, rain coming down in sheets inside the confines of a park, the edges of the portal showing the solid rock of some kind of bridge. Standing in the middle of the portal was the half demon elf. Behind her was a tunyannii.. An upright walking, five foot tall rabbit.. With soft vanilla colored fur was looking down at her, a softened expression on her fetures, as if she were capturing a moment of gazing upon a loved one.
The hanma elf collapsed to one knee, magical energy flowing across her form, a broad grin appearing on her youthful features.
"Tada!" She proudly proclaimed, pointing a finger at the portal. The tunyannii seems more interested in the hanma elf though, crouching down beside her.
"Are you ok, dear? You're not burned, are you?"
The elf lifted her gaze up to the conserned features of the tunyannii, and noded, favoring her with a smile, getting to her feet, swaying for a moment. "Yeah.. But I can't hold that thing open for very long. It's pulling on my personal strength and energy to power it."
The tunyanii nodded, and motioned for the elf to proceed her. "After you then, dear."
The elf nodded, staggering through into the gate, feeling the energy of one of the bunny's prayers washing over her. She turned her gaze back to the bunny, favoring her with a smile. The bunny, in turn, rawred at her playfully, and took a single step into the gate.
At that point, the whole world seemed to explode to the elf. The sudden jerk in her chest told her that it was the spell. Something was going wrong, and quickly. That was all she had time to register before she was blown free from the gate, and into the wall of the workshop.
She brought her arms up, in an attempt to soften the impact with the wall, only to have her arms both bent in an unnatural direction, obviously broken. Even as the pain flooded into her senses, something else registered. Blood, and a lot of it. She groaned, and rolled over as best she could, looking down first at herself, then at the doorway where the gate had been. The entire room was covered with blood and chunks of flesh, as if someone had been ripped assunder.
Her first instinct was to look back down at herself. Other then her broken arms, she was realtively intact. The blood wasn't hers. That could only meen..
The realisation hit her like a brick to the back of the head. That ment the blood could only belong to.. No.. No.. It couldn't be.. Usagi couldn't be dead.. She couldn't be.. She was alive and well just a moment ago.. Now.. She was covered with blood.. Usagi was..
And that was her last contious thought for a long time. She lay in a crumpled heap on the floor of her workshop, her mind shut down to protect itself.
Her wife was dead, and she was stranded here.