Morrigan had just started to calm down from her outburst, and was trying to figure out what to do next. She thought about trying to find civilization, but realized that if she had the apparel and equipment from Bloodborne, then other elements of the game might be present too. And she did not fancy her chances against a horde of bloodthirsty beasts ready to tear her limb from limb. No, she decided that she would rather stay away from all that. With that in mind, she looked over herself again, noting her blood soaked clothes.

First order of business, though. A bath. Maybe there's a body of water nearby, she thought. At that, she set off to find said body of water. It was as she was leaving the clearing that she heard the bushes to her side rustle. Thinking quickly, Morrigan dashed behind some overgrowth, hiding herself in case it was another beast. What she didn't expect was for two bipedal horses to emerge from the trees and bushes. They looked like humans in the way that they had hands and feet, but that was where the similarities ended.

First of all, they had fur of two different colors, ones Morrigan knew couldn't be normal. Second, they had muzzles and ears and tails like horses, along with manes, but the manes and tails were also vastly different. The female, Morrigan noted, had dark blue fur, while the male had purple fur riddled with scars. The mare had a blown back white mane and tail, her muzzle covered partially with a mask.

The stallion had a black mane and tail, his mane rather unkempt. Furthermore, they both had wings protruding from their backs. They also bore the equipment and garb of Hunters from the game. The stallion had the Black Church garb, while the mare had the signature Hunter set shown on the cover art of the games case. Morrigan had but one thing to say about this new development.

"What...the fuck?" she whispered to herself. Where the hell did that bitch send me to? I don't remember Bloodborne having bipedal horses! This was when the horses did something Morrigan was not expecting.

"Hmm, a Hunter was definitely here..." the stallion hummed in thought, noting the body of the lycanthrope, or what remained of it.

"It's barely recognizable now. Whoever was here must've been angry...or is close to turning," the mare noted, checking the body to see if it was still warm. "It's still warm, and the blood is fresh. They can't be far."

"Right, let's look around," the stallion affirmed as the two looked for anymore signs of Morrigan. Morrigan was sweating bullets, and was beyond surprised that the bipedal horses could talk. But she kept her mouth shut. After all, she didn't know what they would do if they found her.

Time passed, and the two continued their search. Eventually, Morrigan decided she needed to get away before she was caught, and tried to sneak away without too much noise. Sadly, she stepped on a twig, snapping it and bringing the two pony Hunters attention to her position.

"Over there!" the Church Hunter cried, and the two rushed towards her. In response, Morrigan yelped and ran. Trees and low hanging branches whipped past her, and she was forced to duck under a fair a few. A few tree stumps loomed ahead, but she vaulted over them. Thistles and thorns scraped at her clothes, but thanks to them being made tough, they did not tear. Still, she would retain a few scrapes.

Eventually, Morrigan came upon a rickety rope bridge over a ravine, and without a second thought, she rushed over it. She had no time to be careful, which costed her. She nearly fell off a few times, but thankfully made it to the other side. She turned just in time to see the other Hunters emerge from the trees, and out of desperation, Morrigan whipped out her Cane and cut the ropes of the bridge, causing it to fall before the other Hunters could get to her. She smirked at her victory, seeing that they were now standing on the other side of the ravine, staring at her.

She mockingly waved goodbye with a, "See ya, fuckers!" ,before turning around and running again.

After a short while of running through the forest, she stopped with her hands on her knees, gasping for air.

"Damn... I need to work out more..." she noted, panting. After regaining her breath, she took in her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she saw countless overgrown and abandoned buildings all around her, the forest seemingly having taken what it lost back. Cobblestone roads lined the ground, but they were so overgrown and covered in moss, grass, and weeds that it was hard to tell it was there.

Houses looking to be from the early Victorian era had trees sprouting from within them, standing tall and proud out of their roofs, their roots spread all over the buildings. Fountains holding so much algae and weeds still flowed with water, but it was a minimal amount.

And farther ahead lay a large, ruined castle, crumbling under the weight of countless trees, vines, and no doubt nests of several different animals. Morrigan stood in awe as she took in the sight, never having seen such degradation in her life.

She started to explore, gazing at every sight that remained of the once proud city. As she walked, she came upon a group of skeletons, all laying in a pile in front of what must have been a town square once. They were bereft of any clothing, having likely been eaten away by moths and the like. There were sticks, pitchforks, and shovels all around them, but one item in particular stood out more than the rest.

It was still in the grasp of a skeleton, one at the front of the pile. The weapon appeared to be a double bladed axe, but the blade was flat and shaped like a rectangle. The haft was made of what must have been black ash wood, reinforced with steel and iron, and engraved on it were the words, 'Split the blighter's in two!' Curious, Morrigan pried it from the skeleton's grasp, figuring they had no use of it any longer.

Albeit, it was certainly unnerving for her to basically loot a corpse, but she pushed that to the back of her mind in the name of her survival. She examined it closely, testing it's weight. She noted that while it was a greataxe, it was surprisingly lightweight. It still had enough weight that she would need to practice using it, but not enough that she would have to drag it across the ground. She admired the weapon, seeing the beauty in it's simplicity.

"I think I'll name you... Split Axe," she said with a smile, before looking for somewhere to place it. "Hmm..." She hummed in thought. She glanced about for something to strap it to her, and found what she sought on another skeleton. It was a simple leather harness, but she could fashion it to contain the axe.

After a short while of configuring things, Morrigan had successfully secured the Split Axe to her back. With that settled, she looked towards the castle and began making her way through the overgrown cobblestone streets towards it.

'Hopefully I'll be safe there...'