Death and destruction followed him, cutting wide swaths through the universe. The Oncoming Storm, Destroyer of Worlds. The man who made things better.
But better is such a relative term, isn't it?
To a madman...
Maybe better is dead.
The Doctor didn't run. He didn't have to. The universe did the running for him, or the parts of it with any sense did, anyway.
She, though, she was different. She blazed with defiance, and he had had companions before (brilliant companions; he kept the ones that screamed the loudest) but none like this.
They set the world afire, and laughed among the embers. There was nothing left to burn when the fires came for her, and so the Bad Wolf joined him in his travels. They hunted together, laughing as the poor little mortals fled. Sometimes she even deigned to chase them, just to feel the raw terror already paralyzing their tiny little brains.
Nothing could stop them.
Together forever, she whispered, traced their names in blood over a pale, pale canvas.
And their laughter echoed to the end of the universe...
Tantivy tan-tiv'ee, adv (Imitation, either of a hunting-horn or horses' hooves)
At full gallop; headlong. Tantivy is most often used today as an adverb, but can also be used as a noun (a hunting-cry), an adjective (swift, speedy) and an interjection (the sound of the horn or of horses' hooves). Its remarkable range of meanings seems all the more remarkable in that no one really knows the origins of this peculiar but mellifluous word.