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Calmly, she rakes her claws down the wooden surface of the door, being sure to make enough noise to wake those resting on the other side of it. Again and again, she trails her bone claw tipped fingers down the frame, scraping away at it and threatening to tear her way through it with every movement. However, her intention is not to get in- no, she would not dare to enter a human household. Her goal is to coax her intended target out into the open- to draw them out so that she may give chase, and take her time killing them off. Her target- in all simplicity- is a human commonly referred to by their own kind as a “Hater”. There are other names for this, person, she is after. Bully, harasser, jerk- all of these names fall back on one unique trait. Her target, is cruel to others, only for the reason that it amuses them. That is why she chose this particular person as her prey- she despises senseless cruelty, despite what she is. What she is- a beast, a monster, something that when looked upon doesn't seem to have enough mind to distinguish between what is right and what is wrong. However, that presumption is an absolute falsehood. She is well aware of what is right, and what is wrong. In that sense, she knows that what her target does is absolutely unacceptable- and she she'll make a kill out of them. Noises from inside the building draw her away from her thoughts, and she backs into the shadows just as the door creeps open to reveal her intended prey. Slowly, her prey steps partly out of the house and looks around. Then, to draw her the rest of the way out, she whimpers like a wounded dog.

She watches as her target steps out on to the front porch, and using her unique stealth and speed, she creeps around to stand behind her prey and she stands to her typical height to wait. What she's waiting for, is for her target to turn and spot her. Then, she'll chase her target around the area for a while, and once she tires of the chase she'll go in for the kill. This kill, however, will lack her usual deftness- she intends on making her target suffer the way that they have made others suffer. She is being hypocritical in a sense- but punishment is punishment, and killing someone to prevent the further suffering of countless innocents is well worth the momentary betrayal of her beliefs. Narrowing her eyes, she watches as her intended target turns around only to jump back and half-scream upon spotting her. She wasn't surprised to see the person take a few hesitant steps back upon noticing that she wasn't human- but she didn't want hesitant movements. She wanted face paced, desperate, spastic motions that represented the utter terror being imposed upon them. So, she forced her back to straighten, allowing her to stand at full height- she moved from six foot three to a towering six foot nine. Then, she parted her lips in a snarl to reveal her canine teeth, and a sound rose from her frame that would have made even the most aggressive dogs turn tail and flee. Still making that disturbing sound, she takes a single, menacing step forwards. The toes on her dog-like feet curled as she dug her nails into the wood of the porch, and her long, rat-like tail swayed dangerously behind her as an aggressive act.

The long, sharpened bone growing from the end of her tail caught the pale light of the moon and seemed to take on an eerie glow. The endless blackness of her eyes radiated with her malice. She widens her jaws as she takes another menacing step towards her prey, and she watches with slight amusement as the person turns and bolts down the empty streets. She rotates her shoulders and pops a few joints as she watches her prey run, then she casually moves onto all fours and starts after them. Due to the natural shape of her hind limbs, she is more suited to traveling like a beast then she is to traveling like a human- which suits her. She has not been human for years- her human life ended with the attack of Ferra. Ferra, who gave her a new life and took her as a daughter- who gave her the means to exact revenge on all who had tormented her in her human existence. Not to mention all who tormented others now. She easily catches up to her prey and comes to run alongside them, then she moves to ram into them as they run. Her target is sent rolling into a ditch only to come to a stop beside a tree, and she comes to a stop at the top of the ditch to watch as her prey struggles to get back up. A vague smile of satisfaction graces her lips when she sees the person fail to rise on more than one occasion, only to make it to their feet and stand sluggishly as if fatally wounded. She knows though, that the wounds are only minor and painful- nothing serious that needs to be worried about. Without hesitation she tenses her muscles and jumps into the ditch, and she lands gracefully beside her frightened prey.

Again, the chase starts up- only this time its little more than a jog on her part, seeing as her prey has injured their leg and cannot run properly. How long the chase continues, she has no real memory us. As they say, time flies when your having fun. Eventually though, she grows tired of the chase and the instatable urge for bloodlust creeps into the back of her mind. In a flash, she springs to a higher speed and tackles her target. They collapse in the weed ridden soil of the lengthy ditch, and she swiftly moves off of her target to allow them to stand back up. She wants them to fight back- to try and prove that they have the right to be left alone to live out the rest of their miserable life. To her satisfaction, her prey makes a move of violence, and so she rises to proper height and lashes out fiercely. Using the long, bony claw growing from her wrist, which took the place of her middle finger on her right hand, she attacks. Swipe after swipe. Her enormous claw snags clothing and tears clean through them, and every now and again she manages to sink the natural weapon into their delicate skin. Every wound inflicted by her claw seeps with fresh blood, and her prey shouts out in agony with every gash inflicted upon them. The violent fight between them only lasts a few minutes- and while her prey manages to land a few blows to her bare body, she suffers from little more than an annoying itch in place of every supposed injury she should have suffered. In the end she tires of the fight and deems her target as unworthy of their life.

With inhuman speed, she lashes out with her tail and knocks her prey off of their feet, and in a flash she's got her left hand wrapped tightly around their neck. The tips of her bone claws dig into the tender flesh of their throat, and she climbs on top of them to pin them down completely. Once on top of her prey, she waits patiently for them to stop struggling, then she gets to work on mutilating them. She moves her body off of theirs whist keeping her hand around their throat, then she presses her bone claw into the divot between their collarbones. When her prey opens their mouth to scream, she presses down to puncture their throat. She's done this kind of thing before, what she's done- they can breathe, but they'll never be able to scream again. With her prey permanently silenced, she gets to work without fear of being discovered. She takes her claw and drags it down the skin of her preys chest, revealing the white bone hidden beneath it. She trails her claw further down than that, cutting through the thin flesh of her targets abdomen with ease, revealing their internal organs to plain sight. Even then, she continues to trail down. Her claw is dragged all the way down to their pants, and she slices through the fabric at the pocket to tear their hip open. Her claw is removed at the thigh, and a beautiful, laceration is left standing. She lifts her claw to her face and casually licks the blood off of it, before using it to reach directly into her targets torn body so that she may pull out their organs. She sinks the claw into the first thing she finds and uses it to yank the stubborn organ out, and she throws it some place in the distance to rot. If she had come after this person for food, she would not have so blatantly tossed the organ aside. If she had not come after this person simply to kill, she would have eaten them gladly- and she was in fact, very hungry.

However, this particular preys selection had been based solely on their cruel hearted actions- not because she was hungry and looking for food. For that reason and that reason alone, she refused to eat them despite her hunger. And had that not been the reason, she would not have been anywhere as cruel as she was. Every time her prey faints from pain, she slaps them awake again so that she may continue to make them suffer as she tears out their organs. She continues her merciless actions until she feels their body growing cold as she reaches inside of their mostly empty body, and then she realizes that her prey has long since died. With her target dead, she has no further reason to remove organs, so she withdraws her clawed hand and licks the blood off the tip of it. Her right arm up to the elbow is covered in blood and bits of shredded flesh and organ. Then, she sits and stares at her prey's lifeless frame, and a familiar rage seeps into her system. With a sudden burst of ferocity she lashes out at the corpse. She rakes her bone clawed fingers down the expanse of all untouched flesh, and she stabs her tail into it repeatedly and with renowned vigor. When she tires out she stands to full height and releases an almost demonic shout, before she peers down at her dead target and proceeds to kick the blood-soaked dirt onto their corpse. Then, without another word, she turns and rushes back to the forest from which she'd emerged. She seeks her mate- she seeks Rake- for solace from the memories that plague her mind. She seeks her mate for the affection she so desperately needs to calm back down. Then, maybe she'll be able to eat again.

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Calmly, she rakes her claws down the wooden surface of the door, being sure to make enough noise to wake those resting on the other side of it. Again and again, she trails her bone claw tipped fingers down the frame, scraping away at it and threatening to tear her way through it with every movement. However, her intention is not to get in- no, she would not dare to enter a human household. Her goal is to coax her intended target out into the open- to draw them out so that she may give chase, and take her time killing them off. Her target- in all simplicity- is a human commonly referred to by their own kind as a “Hater”. There are other names for this, person, she is after. Bully, harasser, jerk- all of these names fall back on one unique trait. Her target, is cruel to others, only for the reason that it amuses them. That is why she chose this particular person as her prey- she despises senseless cruelty, despite what she is. What she is- a beast, a monster, something that when looked upon doesn't seem to have enough mind to distinguish between what is right and what is wrong. However, that presumption is an absolute falsehood. She is well aware of what is right, and what is wrong. In that sense, she knows that what her target does is absolutely unacceptable- and she she'll make a kill out of them. Noises from inside the building draw her away from her thoughts, and she backs into the shadows just as the door creeps open to reveal her intended prey. Slowly, her prey steps partly out of the house and looks around. Then, to draw her the rest of the way out, she whimpers like a wounded dog.

She watches as her target steps out on to the front porch, and using her unique stealth and speed, she creeps around to stand behind her prey and she stands to her typical height to wait. What she's waiting for, is for her target to turn and spot her. Then, she'll chase her target around the area for a while, and once she tires of the chase she'll go in for the kill. This kill, however, will lack her usual deftness- she intends on making her target suffer the way that they have made others suffer. She is being hypocritical in a sense- but punishment is punishment, and killing someone to prevent the further suffering of countless innocents is well worth the momentary betrayal of her beliefs. Narrowing her eyes, she watches as her intended target turns around only to jump back and half-scream upon spotting her. She wasn't surprised to see the person take a few hesitant steps back upon noticing that she wasn't human- but she didn't want hesitant movements. She wanted face paced, desperate, spastic motions that represented the utter terror being imposed upon them. So, she forced her back to straighten, allowing her to stand at full height- she moved from six foot three to a towering six foot nine. Then, she parted her lips in a snarl to reveal her canine teeth, and a sound rose from her frame that would have made even the most aggressive dogs turn tail and flee. Still making that disturbing sound, she takes a single, menacing step forwards. The toes on her dog-like feet curled as she dug her nails into the wood of the porch, and her long, rat-like tail swayed dangerously behind her as an aggressive act.

The long, sharpened bone growing from the end of her tail caught the pale light of the moon and seemed to take on an eerie glow. The endless blackness of her eyes radiated with her malice. She widens her jaws as she takes another menacing step towards her prey, and she watches with slight amusement as the person turns and bolts down the empty streets. She rotates her shoulders and pops a few joints as she watches her prey run, then she casually moves onto all fours and starts after them. Due to the natural shape of her hind limbs, she is more suited to traveling like a beast then she is to traveling like a human- which suits her. She has not been human for years- her human life ended with the attack of Ferra. Ferra, who gave her a new life and took her as a daughter- who gave her the means to exact revenge on all who had tormented her in her human existence. Not to mention all who tormented others now. She easily catches up to her prey and comes to run alongside them, then she moves to ram into them as they run. Her target is sent rolling into a ditch only to come to a stop beside a tree, and she comes to a stop at the top of the ditch to watch as her prey struggles to get back up. A vague smile of satisfaction graces her lips when she sees the person fail to rise on more than one occasion, only to make it to their feet and stand sluggishly as if fatally wounded. She knows though, that the wounds are only minor and painful- nothing serious that needs to be worried about. Without hesitation she tenses her muscles and jumps into the ditch, and she lands gracefully beside her frightened prey.

Again, the chase starts up- only this time its little more than a jog on her part, seeing as her prey has injured their leg and cannot run properly. How long the chase continues, she has no real memory us. As they say, time flies when your having fun. Eventually though, she grows tired of the chase and the instatable urge for bloodlust creeps into the back of her mind. In a flash, she springs to a higher speed and tackles her target. They collapse in the weed ridden soil of the lengthy ditch, and she swiftly moves off of her target to allow them to stand back up. She wants them to fight back- to try and prove that they have the right to be left alone to live out the rest of their miserable life. To her satisfaction, her prey makes a move of violence, and so she rises to proper height and lashes out fiercely. Using the long, bony claw growing from her wrist, which took the place of her middle finger on her right hand, she attacks. Swipe after swipe. Her enormous claw snags clothing and tears clean through them, and every now and again she manages to sink the natural weapon into their delicate skin. Every wound inflicted by her claw seeps with fresh blood, and her prey shouts out in agony with every gash inflicted upon them. The violent fight between them only lasts a few minutes- and while her prey manages to land a few blows to her bare body, she suffers from little more than an annoying itch in place of every supposed injury she should have suffered. In the end she tires of the fight and deems her target as unworthy of their life.

With inhuman speed, she lashes out with her tail and knocks her prey off of their feet, and in a flash she's got her left hand wrapped tightly around their neck. The tips of her bone claws dig into the tender flesh of their throat, and she climbs on top of them to pin them down completely. Once on top of her prey, she waits patiently for them to stop struggling, then she gets to work on mutilating them. She moves her body off of theirs whist keeping her hand around their throat, then she presses her bone claw into the divot between their collarbones. When her prey opens their mouth to scream, she presses down to puncture their throat. She's done this kind of thing before, what she's done- they can breathe, but they'll never be able to scream again. With her prey permanently silenced, she gets to work without fear of being discovered. She takes her claw and drags it down the skin of her preys chest, revealing the white bone hidden beneath it. She trails her claw further down than that, cutting through the thin flesh of her targets abdomen with ease, revealing their internal organs to plain sight. Even then, she continues to trail down. Her claw is dragged all the way down to their pants, and she slices through the fabric at the pocket to tear their hip open. Her claw is removed at the thigh, and a beautiful, laceration is left standing. She lifts her claw to her face and casually licks the blood off of it, before using it to reach directly into her targets torn body so that she may pull out their organs. She sinks the claw into the first thing she finds and uses it to yank the stubborn organ out, and she throws it some place in the distance to rot. If she had come after this person for food, she would not have so blatantly tossed the organ aside. If she had not come after this person simply to kill, she would have eaten them gladly- and she was in fact, very hungry.

However, this particular preys selection had been based solely on their cruel hearted actions- not because she was hungry and looking for food. For that reason and that reason alone, she refused to eat them despite her hunger. And had that not been the reason, she would not have been anywhere as cruel as she was. Every time her prey faints from pain, she slaps them awake again so that she may continue to make them suffer as she tears out their organs. She continues her merciless actions until she feels their body growing cold as she reaches inside of their mostly empty body, and then she realizes that her prey has long since died. With her target dead, she has no further reason to remove organs, so she withdraws her clawed hand and licks the blood off the tip of it. Her right arm up to the elbow is covered in blood and bits of shredded flesh and organ. Then, she sits and stares at her prey's lifeless frame, and a familiar rage seeps into her system. With a sudden burst of ferocity she lashes out at the corpse. She rakes her bone clawed fingers down the expanse of all untouched flesh, and she stabs her tail into it repeatedly and with renowned vigor. When she tires out she stands to full height and releases an almost demonic shout, before she peers down at her dead target and proceeds to kick the blood-soaked dirt onto their corpse. Then, without another word, she turns and rushes back to the forest from which she'd emerged. She seeks her mate- she seeks Rake- for solace from the memories that plague her mind. She seeks her mate for the affection she so desperately needs to calm back down. Then, maybe she'll be able to eat again.