Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Blair arrived in time to hear the shot gun go off, the sounds of shouting and sheer chaos broke out beneath her feet and she hovered near the edge of the hole in the second floor, observing. She watched as the woman with bright copper hair was wrestled to the ground, her lips curled in disgust when she heard the words a smaller leaner man was taunting the woman with. The beautiful woman under him didn't take the threat without lashing out, and Blair felt a little admiration and pleasure when the man cried out in pain. She lost sight of her then, the other men rushing forward. It took all of them to subdue her, and with their attentions drawn in one direction Blair let herself drop from the opening in a fluid motion. With relative ease she slipped up silently behind the remaining tracking hound and snapped its neck before throwing herself onto his owner. She didn't bother to try and quiet him, any cries he would have made were silenced with the flash of a longer deadly knife the length of her forearm that she had drawn after dealing with the mutt. His body hit the floor with a heavy crash, capturing the attention of the others surrounding the fallen woman. Blair's eyes flashed, she could practically hear their heart rates picking up and smell the bitter fear rolling off of them when they saw the sharp teeth she flashed in their direction. With the sound of their pulses in her ears and the blood lust swelling in her she let her tongue slip across the edge of her bloody blade with a dark smile, an inhuman snarl rippling out of her throat. She didn't give them time to recover from the display. With blinding speed, aided by her recent feeding, Blair's free hand slung her small blades at the men before she followed suit snd rushed them. She was lucky, their defenses were down and they scrambled for weapons that would work against her. Using her foot she kicked the shotgun that she recognized belonging to the woman they had been intent on 'breaking' her way, unsure if she would actually use it or not. She used her knives to shred anyone she fell upon, resorting to her bare hands when a particularly large brute shot a round off into her shoulder. The utter killing of these cruel men had her senses heightened and adrenaline rushing through her. She let the one currently in her hands crumple, his skull having been crushed between her fingers, before she turned to the last one. The slender man who had been intent on breaking in the fighter. With a hiss she lunged, dragging him to the floor before ripping his throat out with her teeth and allowing herself a moments rest as she fed on the filth's blood. When she finished she leaned back on her heels, sucking in a few heavy deep breaths, her thirst for blood and violence having been sated. With a rough motion she shredded what material was left of the corpses shirt, using the cloth to wipe the blood from her face and mouth before it had time to cool and stain her skin. When she finished Blair rose to her feet, glancing behind her to wear the woman had last been before her vision had tunneled from the heat of the slaughter