(Oh sorry, I didn't even see this go up!)
Two shadows flitted in the red sky before alighting in a nearby tree, the branches cracking and groaning under the unfamiliar weight. One of them snapped, and the shape went tumbling down to the ground, a yelp of pain echoing across the lake's waters. The bigger of the two hellhounds had burned the branch he was on, and now grumbled as he sat up and shook the bits of wood off his back.
"Brother," Sveta hissed from the tree tops, threading her way through the branches, snapping her wings open and softening her step onto the ground. "Always, always with the noise!"
Spyridon growled, half-hearted, and nudged the other hellhound's neck with his horns. "You, always, always with the bitching!"
Sveta swiped at her brother, and the two of them locked horns a second later. Some of Sveta's venom dribbled down her chin and onto the grass beneath them, the green soon fading to yellow and dying within seconds. "Stop being so goddamn--"
The wind shifted, and a scent drifted to them on the wind. Sveta clamped her jaw shut, Spyridon hunkering down and flicking his tail. "Demon," he stated.
"From our realm?" Sveta asked, her words almost drowned in the "pop" of her transforming, becoming a young woman with a cloak. It wasn't much longer that Spyridon followed suit, morphing into a human and flipping the hood on his cloak.
"Doesn't smell like it. Certainly not one of our siblings," Spyridon remarked, bitterly. He grabbed his sister's hood and flipped it over her face as well, and after they adjusted each-other's cloaks to hide any differences between each-other, they walked out of the clearing.
At least they could always run.