Massive waves crashed against the eastern shores near Raktis, as if the mountain across the sea was finally taking revenge. Between lulls in the waves, distant shapes bobbed and twisted in the ocean. Few had been on the mountain long enough to know the tall, reptilian shapes, especially at this distance, but there was still a Wrongness in the air - like static, but not. Almost like a lack of something, like a thinness in the air or a silence.
A hybrid Ourtnx darted through the streets of Raktis, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand. Most not enamored by the dead air around them quickly ducked out of her way, others shoved aside with a hasty apology if the running Ourtnx couldn't get by in time. The Ourtnx's unblinking glass eyes ducked down to the paper, still rolled up in her hand, and she took a left to the Taranan stables.
The doors were gone. Not open, but gone, with no trace they'd ever been there but a memory. Several onlookers stared on in confusion, and the dragons within politely went on about their business within the roomy stable - it was really just their house, anyways. A hand reached out to stop the Ourtnx as she made it to the stables, and she let out an exasperated and tired gasp, backing her way towards the stables as she turned to 'look' to the person stopping her.
"Get to Lumina if you have friends to evacuate there," She spoke at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing like a megaphone. "Otherwise, get as far away as you can. Kyaine are approaching. The Mynah Bird is dead."