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| Minno | Aug 22 2008, 10:34 AM |
 
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"Monster! Beast! Help! Help!" Sometimes, she'd just swear that absolutely nothing was more annoying than the average human. Nothing seemed comparable to the annoyance a human's cries did bring. But then she'd name atleast five things more irritating and admit it wasn't the worst possible thing. Still high on the list, but not the absolute worst. The "beast" sat back, perched on a table with a freshly killed hen held between her hands. Now that the street was entirely hers, she was content to remain where she was and enjoy her meal. Cries of "beast" and "monster", however annoying, had done her a favor in giving her a quiet space within which to feed. Now there wasn't a thing to keep her from sinking her fangs into the dead bird. Sharp, natural daggers pierced fowl flesh and tore backward, ripping away a mouthful of feathers and skin. The first bite was spat onto the ground. The second bite was placed within the open wound, gnawing away at the meat of the animal and at the same time sucking up its crimson blood. A vampiric race indeed, but it was not for that that cries of monster had rang through the streets of Ankgar. Just looking at her, the reason for the name was quite clear. Here stood not a human, but a creature, humanoid in figure but covered from ear to tail in a coat of grey; thick fur that made her lack of clothing appropriate. From her back spawned two great wings, bat-like or dragon-like in appearance, and from beneath them came a long, slender tail. Ears, cat-like and almost elven-like in appearance, protruded from darker grey hair. It was a being like no other; and thus a monster, in the peoples' eyes. The way she had swept down upon the crowd and attacked the helpless bird... who could be blamed for such assumption? In truth, she saw herself the same. A creature with more kin to the wild beasts that strode on four legs than the mortals that walked on two. Vicious, merciless, and a bloodied killer... when needed, instinct came all too easily to her. It had been too long since she had last feasted on the precious liquid that maintained life; eyes had spotted the bird, and instinct said to pursue it. Easy prey. All too easy. Her face caked in blood, the shapeshifter looked up from her dinner. Ears twitched and flicked, searching the air for any sound that might alert another approaching. It was probably about time that someone come after her- fearful cries did not make for happy law-enforcers and the other like who defended cities from harm. Yet not a sound met her ears just yet, and so she continued gnawing at the corpse and sucking the pool of blood into her throat, where her complicated physiology would proceed to deal with the needed blood. It wasn't much- she could do for something greater- but it would hold her over for a short while. Just until she could track down something larger to kill. The creature's feasting slowed, her single eye narrowing as she settled to just lightly gnawing at the dead animal grasped between her hands. It felt ridiculous that she'd allowed herself to attack amongst a crowd of people. Had she no control of herself? Attacking with so many humans around was usually the last thing she'd do- getting caught was a fear of hers. Yet here she was, eating with utter disreguard. 'I must really be on end if I've given in to survival instinct so easily.' She sighed at the thought and gave an irritated huff. Her nerves had been high since the battle at the Keep, and it sure wasn't helping that she had to constantly be alert just in order to get around. Missing half her vision just made things all the more difficult. Especially when it came to hunting, which likely had had something to do with why she'd jumped at the opportunity to kill the chicken, as it was easy prey just waiting to be killed. How could she resist something so tempting? |
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