"Do you take dogs?" Her voice was low, a hiss and a growl and something loud all at once - the loudness would occur in the mind, opposed to the ears. The driver, whoever or whatever it was, simply stared over his shoulder at the woman as she leaned her head in before actually getting in. She had two of the biggest, nastiest looking dogs lingering outside of the car. One had the invitation in question in its jaws, or a piece of it. The woman handed the driver the other piece.
"Yes, ma'am. I have been told it is all right to... take your dogs." This driver had been especially chosen, it seems, and was not alone - there was a companion to the driver in the passenger seat who Lyssa could not see.
"WONDERFUL!" She cried, sliding into the car's back seat, and the beasts clamored in with her, drooling on the leather seats. Lyssa was all beaming smiles as she stared hard through the front window as they drove, and drove, and drove. Lyssa even began to sing, and that's when everything went wrong.
Twenty minutes later, two massive dogs - were they that big before? - came wandering into the white tent. Lyssa would arrive with the dogs - their maws matted with blood and other bits - and she would start speaking to whoever it was who was nearest to her. "Oh, they said they let dogs in, oh yes, they did. Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes, but never mine, oh no... Hello." She released the dogs, and they would seek out Horror. The things in their jaws were perhaps pieces of the driver and the driver's companion, and they would drop these bits of mortal flesh, before exiting the tent, flanking the entrance.
"Where is she?" Like Deimos before her, the entity of Lyssa surely was odd without the presence of Mania - but then, Mania was always there. Whispering. Giggling. Tickling the parts of Lyssa's cracked spirit in all the right places.