Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

Yeah right, that little angel of yours doesnt count. She snarled, the skin around her eyes tightened as Searrinnas pupils shrunk and the red within her eyes began to darken. Your lying. If you dont watch your step you wont be hunting much longer. Searrinnas voice deepened another octave, the seductive tone still faintly lingering under the seriousness of her statement. With that she watched the girl dart from the room. Standing Searrinna looked around, her shoulders shifting as her head swiftly moved from side to side, allowing a loud bone popping noise to fill the empty room. Her form quickly strutted out the door, her eyes overlooking the dark streets to see what blood she could possibly spill before leaving the unnamed town. As if on que, a small group of people wielding both torches and pointed weapons rounded the corner around a small hut. Their voices loud with rage and from what Searrinna could taste. Fear. The shadows clung to the ground as if a fog was rolling in from the tavern itself. Small tendrils rose from the shadows, seemingly giving life to the gloom. The redheaded womans hands flattened by her sides, her talon like nails glimmering within the low light. Only a little more Chaos and shed be happy. Shed be fed. The small group slowed to a halt, Searrinnas curvy figure stepping down the stairs to turn and grin at the crowd. The demon lunged forward, the humans not yet ready for her quick response. Her talons glided through various bodies, torches, pitch forks, knifes and other pointed weapons, all of which dropped to the ground as the womans nails sliced through various solid bodies. Within seconds they began to scream, blood staining the dirt while civilians ran, and others attempted to face the demonic being. As the woman sleekly sliced through warm bodies, a small child stepped out of a home, their small eyes peering up at the woman. His tiny hands, no bigger than half the size of Searrinnas palm, gripped a small tattered blue blanket, his little legs quivering as the bloodied woman stepped up to him. Slowly bending down, the womans bloodied nail slid up to rest under the childs chin, her glowing eyes eagerly staring down at the small unknowing creature. Go back inside, and rest. This is all a nightmare. Her voice cooed, her nail sliding down the childs neck to softly nick his collarbone. You will not come back outside after the sun sets. You will not come outside during a commotion, and you will grow to an age none of these beings know. Now go. Her voice softly purred. The childs eyes teared with the pain and fear. Slowly nodding the child turned around and went back into the tiny hut. As the demon began to rise, a piercing pain flourished within her upper shoulders. The woman turned quickly to find a villager, eyes wide and hands shaking within the air. Why. How lovely She growled, a hand reached behind her to pull a large pitchfork out of her back. Within seconds the man dropped to the ground, his beating heart gripped tightly within Searrinnas hand. Another one bites the dust. Her head tilted slightly, her hand dropping to her side, allowing the organ to fall to the ground as she distastefully turned and disappeared within the darkness. His words clung to her ears, her silver eyes looking up at him distrustfully. The human side, well withdrawn screamed yes inside, but then again she didnt have control. The pain, and the bloodlust outlined her vision, it fueled the inner wolf within her, before she knew it a deepened snarl rumbled within her shredded chest, the vibration ripping more pain throughout her body. The growling stopped, the pain flourishing to the point her vision flickered. Her teeth bit down into her lip, tearing at the soft flesh as the girl laid staring at the man, unable to both speak, nor move.