<294hp 455m 263mv wilderness> You close your eyes and hum for an instant.
You flicker and blur into the shape of a condor.

<294hp 405m 263mv wilderness> fly

A pack of wild dogs stops following you.

<294hp 405m 263mv wilderness> You flap your wings and soar up above.
Far above a Manor



<294hp 405m 223mv civilized>
The hunt arrives with a mighty thunderclap.
The hunt yells 'a large condor! Now you die!'
The hunt's bite *** DEVASTATES *** you!
You sure are BLEEDING!
The hunt's bite *** DEVASTATES *** you!
You are stunned, but will probably recover.
The hunt's bite === OBLITERATES === you!
You have been KILLED!!

You have died, but the Carrion Fields are not finished with you yet!
Your soul is returned to the realms in the form of a ghost.
You will return to your corporeal state in a short while.
Be careful, for even a ghost should fear some dangers!

Might should make it a little less deathfull in the air, though.