Quoted from ‘Time Lord’:
“Again, another crash into our fire! By this time we were all standing, seconds after the beast had left (resifting our quarters). The ‘thing’ or object had careened into our fire (from the same direction the first creature had come) spreading it out, igniting nearby leaves ablaze. We squinted as a being slowly revealed himself: although blurred, I discerned this mass, the ‘time beast’.

Trhet lifted her rifle and the beast proceeded to reach out and grab her, spinning her quickly breaking her arm. With the swift whip of another appendage, both of Trhet’s legs were broken. The beast threw her into a tree breaking her other arm in several places.

We all watched as this Lord withdrew the item he had thrown from deep within the high burning campfire: it was a tiny thin rod with two diminutive balls at either end. As he held it, it began to change in his grip: thicker, the spheres expanded. We stepped backward. I saw Fhetihe run toward the forest as the grand beasts billowing hand drew the object around, the red glow at one end bore the true temperature of the fire yet he did not drop it.

The object drew light from the world and the deep black of the Midwestern sky: you could see the light from the stars being pulled into it, bent then shrunk into a reflected image inside the object.

As his body flickered into it’s true countenance; as we all stared slack jawed; as Trhet lay on the ground with four busted limbs; as I began to feel the rush of my light, my bodies color being drawn into the object; as the stars of our universe spun in its two spheres:

I watched ‘her’ beautiful body pull into the object as the time knot was fueled to open. This lord of time had appeared at our camp (again) and was using Trhet’s energy, the energy between her and I, to enter another time. I felt it hit me: ripping my cells, rending my fat and pulling my bodies internal energy out.
Looking deep into the knot, there was a coven of beasts waiting for the Lord to return, or were they about to return to him? We had no idea why the strange beast that wrecked our camp was being chased by these fiends, but they were going to great measures in an attempt to capture it.”

Later:
“Trhet died and, released form the Time Rod, fell to the ground exhausted into death. The rod, apparently finished in its task, released me and I too fell. One faction of entities left our camp in search of the running beast, their unnatural shapes disappearing leisurely into the black underbrush. Others stayed behind to watch over us and what was left of our camp. The knot closed.

One of the twelve beasts I counted (thirteen including the Time Lord) began to lift me into a standing position, I felt it enter me through my nose and I lost consciousness.”