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Deep, black eyes scan the horizon calmly in search of movement. A figure, somewhat human in structure but built more for the pursuit of fleet-footed animals, crouches behind a patch of tall grass. The figure, who appears to be a woman with canine features, stares hungrily at a man- a poacher. Slowly, she begins to creep upon him, her frame so low to the ground that she cannot be spotted. Her limbs are sprawled out to keep her naked front barely an inch above the ground, and yet she moves as quickly and as agilely as a wild cat. Behind her, a long, slender tail swishes silently. The bone sharp protruding from its end stands out vividly against the grass, but the brown and green skin of her slim body blends in well with the surrounding area. Without so much as a sound, she crawls to hide directly behind the poacher, and she rises off of the ground a bit to look at him. Her black eyes narrow as her tongue darts out to lick the lips of her slightly raised face, revealing her canine teeth for a few brief seconds before sealing them away again. Slowly, her slender- almost rat-like tail- curls around her body so that the six inch bone spike is pointed at the man. She raises further off of the ground so that she can stand up, and her back is hunched due to the odd shape of her body- it is unaccustomed to being held up on nothing but her legs. Her body is slim, but not body. Her face mostly human with a muzzle similar to that of a shih tzu, and small dog-like ears.

Even though her body is hunched over, she is nearly six feet tall from head to toe- should she force herself to stand full height she would be nearly seven feet high. Her limbs are thin, but show well built muscles. She lifts her hands and twitches her fingers in anticipation, revealing her oddly shaped hands. Her hands are larger than one would expect for a female, and all of her fingers end in the same, bony, spikes as her tail. She has no nail- the tips of her fingers, for about an inch, are nothing but sharpened bone. The middle finger of her right hand is not a finger at all. It is an inch thick, round, sharp, bony spike that grows directly from her wrist. That middle spike is also a good two inches longer than the fingers surrounding it. Her left hand holds no such spike, most likely for the sake of allowing her to grasp objects- because the bony growth on her right hand cannot move, which renders it useless for anything but hunting. Slowly, she takes a step forward to enter the short grass, revealing her oddly shaped legs. She has dog legs from the knee down- paw, pads, and everything. There are long, black, claws growing from each toe. Despite her canine features, she is virtually hairless. She has eyebrows and eyelashes, and short, frail hair on her head. Aside from that, her body is without hair. Her skin is dust brown, and there are a few green patches that vary in shade. So in the end, she can only be mistaken for a human woman from a distance- because up close, she obviously wasn't.

Slowly, she takes another step towards the poacher, followed by another- her footsteps are deathly silent, revealing just how apt a hunter she is. She turns slightly so that her left hip faces the man, and her tail begins to sway dangerously in preparation for her strike. Suddenly, the poacher lurches as he sneezes, and she falls dead still for a moment as if expecting him to turn around and spot her. She makes no movement until he's returned to his initial position, and her eyes lock on the center of his back. Without any further hesitation, she strikes. Her movement is to fast to see, but come the stop of her attack it become apparent what she's done. Her tail is embedded in his back, the six inch spike on her tail as pierced his flesh and gone directly through his spine. When she removes her tail it comes as no surprise that the man falls to the ground unable to move his legs- she'd just broken his spine and severed his spinal cord, he'd never be able to walk again. Not that it mattered, he wasn't going to live long enough to wholeheartedly suffer from his crippling- she was going to see to that. Once he was down, she casually walks around to stand at his side, and she uses one of her legs to roll the poacher onto his back so that she could look him in the face. She wasn't surprised to see him staring up at her completely dumbstruck, nor was she surprised to find that there was blood dripping out of his mouth. The wound she'd given him was precise- the bone in her tail had punctured one of his major organs, the most likely candidates being his stomach and his liver.

Not that it mattered which organ she damaged. Food was food, it was all a matter of deciding what part of him she was in the mood for. With that in mind, she crouches down in next to him and gives him a look over. He is a strong, healthy male- had to be considering his line of business. Short beard on his face and long, dark, hair. Growling quietly, she flexes the fingers of her left hand for a moment before reaching out and tearing his shirt off of him. Her claws, if that's what one would call them, scratch his skin and leave him bleeding. As soon as his upper body was bare she began her decision on how to go about killing him. Swift deaths proved to be less effort and quieter, but starting her meal while she was alive would keep him warm longer- and the longer he was warm, the more she'd be able to eat. Needless to say, the man was going to suffer for a while before he died. She began as she tended too with her prey, by taking the spike on her right hand and using it to cut him right down the middle. She digs the giant claw into his chest, and drags it down to his abdomen to cut him open. Then she reaches for his severed flesh with both hands and tears it outward to reveal his innards- naturally she struggles a bit with her right hand, considering that she cannot physically grab his skin. Every movement she makes is precise- none of his organs are damaged when she slices him open. Next she goes for his ribcage- she's been unable to rip it open along with his flesh because it was made of bone. She had to physically climb on top of him to work her fingers under his ribs, and once she's found her grip she uses her inhuman strength to pull his chest apart like a pair of doors.

Bones snap and tissue tears, but still, her exact movements see to it that no organs would be damaged- save for the ones she'd punctured with her tail. Once she has him completely torn open, she climbs off of him to decide what parts of him look the best. She will naturally eat his heart and liver, but those are a pair of organs she will not eat until she's neared the end of her meal. She flexes her fingers again before reaching for the blood pooling inside his damaged abdominal area, and she lifts a palm-full of it out so that she can drink it. She moves her hand to her face and parts her lips to sip the red liquid that slowly drips out of her hand. Once her hand is empty she decides that she'll state her thirst, so she leans over enough to press her lips into the blood pooling inside the mans body, and she drinks her fill of it before pulling back and looking up at his face. He's already passed out, but she doesn't seem to care. A sleeping victim is a quiet one- and she preferred to eat in silence. With her thirst satisfied she reaches inside of him and pulls out whatever organ she deems best for consumption. Which organ it is doesn't matter- in the end it was just a fresh hunk of food that she fully intended on eating while warm. She quickly downs what she's selected then picks another organ, followed by another, and another. Her meal reaches its end when she rips his still beating heart out of his open chest, and she downs the moving ball of muscle before it has a chance to stop dripping blood. With that, her hunger is satisfied, and the man is dead. She quickly stands back up and abandons the half eaten carcass, and she makes her way back to the surrounding forest to seek out her mate.

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Deep, black eyes scan the horizon calmly in search of movement. A figure, somewhat human in structure but built more for the pursuit of fleet-footed animals, crouches behind a patch of tall grass. The figure, who appears to be a woman with canine features, stares hungrily at a man- a poacher. Slowly, she begins to creep upon him, her frame so low to the ground that she cannot be spotted. Her limbs are sprawled out to keep her naked front barely an inch above the ground, and yet she moves as quickly and as agilely as a wild cat. Behind her, a long, slender tail swishes silently. The bone sharp protruding from its end stands out vividly against the grass, but the brown and green skin of her slim body blends in well with the surrounding area. Without so much as a sound, she crawls to hide directly behind the poacher, and she rises off of the ground a bit to look at him. Her black eyes narrow as her tongue darts out to lick the lips of her slightly raised face, revealing her canine teeth for a few brief seconds before sealing them away again. Slowly, her slender- almost rat-like tail- curls around her body so that the six inch bone spike is pointed at the man. She raises further off of the ground so that she can stand up, and her back is hunched due to the odd shape of her body- it is unaccustomed to being held up on nothing but her legs. Her body is slim, but not body. Her face mostly human with a muzzle similar to that of a shih tzu, and small dog-like ears.

Even though her body is hunched over, she is nearly six feet tall from head to toe- should she force herself to stand full height she would be nearly seven feet high. Her limbs are thin, but show well built muscles. She lifts her hands and twitches her fingers in anticipation, revealing her oddly shaped hands. Her hands are larger than one would expect for a female, and all of her fingers end in the same, bony, spikes as her tail. She has no nail- the tips of her fingers, for about an inch, are nothing but sharpened bone. The middle finger of her right hand is not a finger at all. It is an inch thick, round, sharp, bony spike that grows directly from her wrist. That middle spike is also a good two inches longer than the fingers surrounding it. Her left hand holds no such spike, most likely for the sake of allowing her to grasp objects- because the bony growth on her right hand cannot move, which renders it useless for anything but hunting. Slowly, she takes a step forward to enter the short grass, revealing her oddly shaped legs. She has dog legs from the knee down- paw, pads, and everything. There are long, black, claws growing from each toe. Despite her canine features, she is virtually hairless. She has eyebrows and eyelashes, and short, frail hair on her head. Aside from that, her body is without hair. Her skin is dust brown, and there are a few green patches that vary in shade. So in the end, she can only be mistaken for a human woman from a distance- because up close, she obviously wasn't.

Slowly, she takes another step towards the poacher, followed by another- her footsteps are deathly silent, revealing just how apt a hunter she is. She turns slightly so that her left hip faces the man, and her tail begins to sway dangerously in preparation for her strike. Suddenly, the poacher lurches as he sneezes, and she falls dead still for a moment as if expecting him to turn around and spot her. She makes no movement until he's returned to his initial position, and her eyes lock on the center of his back. Without any further hesitation, she strikes. Her movement is to fast to see, but come the stop of her attack it become apparent what she's done. Her tail is embedded in his back, the six inch spike on her tail as pierced his flesh and gone directly through his spine. When she removes her tail it comes as no surprise that the man falls to the ground unable to move his legs- she'd just broken his spine and severed his spinal cord, he'd never be able to walk again. Not that it mattered, he wasn't going to live long enough to wholeheartedly suffer from his crippling- she was going to see to that. Once he was down, she casually walks around to stand at his side, and she uses one of her legs to roll the poacher onto his back so that she could look him in the face. She wasn't surprised to see him staring up at her completely dumbstruck, nor was she surprised to find that there was blood dripping out of his mouth. The wound she'd given him was precise- the bone in her tail had punctured one of his major organs, the most likely candidates being his stomach and his liver.

Not that it mattered which organ she damaged. Food was food, it was all a matter of deciding what part of him she was in the mood for. With that in mind, she crouches down in next to him and gives him a look over. He is a strong, healthy male- had to be considering his line of business. Short beard on his face and long, dark, hair. Growling quietly, she flexes the fingers of her left hand for a moment before reaching out and tearing his shirt off of him. Her claws, if that's what one would call them, scratch his skin and leave him bleeding. As soon as his upper body was bare she began her decision on how to go about killing him. Swift deaths proved to be less effort and quieter, but starting her meal while she was alive would keep him warm longer- and the longer he was warm, the more she'd be able to eat. Needless to say, the man was going to suffer for a while before he died. She began as she tended too with her prey, by taking the spike on her right hand and using it to cut him right down the middle. She digs the giant claw into his chest, and drags it down to his abdomen to cut him open. Then she reaches for his severed flesh with both hands and tears it outward to reveal his innards- naturally she struggles a bit with her right hand, considering that she cannot physically grab his skin. Every movement she makes is precise- none of his organs are damaged when she slices him open. Next she goes for his ribcage- she's been unable to rip it open along with his flesh because it was made of bone. She had to physically climb on top of him to work her fingers under his ribs, and once she's found her grip she uses her inhuman strength to pull his chest apart like a pair of doors.

Bones snap and tissue tears, but still, her exact movements see to it that no organs would be damaged- save for the ones she'd punctured with her tail. Once she has him completely torn open, she climbs off of him to decide what parts of him look the best. She will naturally eat his heart and liver, but those are a pair of organs she will not eat until she's neared the end of her meal. She flexes her fingers again before reaching for the blood pooling inside his damaged abdominal area, and she lifts a palm-full of it out so that she can drink it. She moves her hand to her face and parts her lips to sip the red liquid that slowly drips out of her hand. Once her hand is empty she decides that she'll state her thirst, so she leans over enough to press her lips into the blood pooling inside the mans body, and she drinks her fill of it before pulling back and looking up at his face. He's already passed out, but she doesn't seem to care. A sleeping victim is a quiet one- and she preferred to eat in silence. With her thirst satisfied she reaches inside of him and pulls out whatever organ she deems best for consumption. Which organ it is doesn't matter- in the end it was just a fresh hunk of food that she fully intended on eating while warm. She quickly downs what she's selected then picks another organ, followed by another, and another. Her meal reaches its end when she rips his still beating heart out of his open chest, and she downs the moving ball of muscle before it has a chance to stop dripping blood. With that, her hunger is satisfied, and the man is dead. She quickly stands back up and abandons the half eaten carcass, and she makes her way back to the surrounding forest to seek out her mate.