02-07-2023, 05:30 PM
There had been but a passing thought of straying over known borders, driven by the hope that one of the damned would be discovered rather than a creature of mortal blood. Grips of the moon’s blessing allowed to consume her yet this transformation was hardly forceful. No fixation, no sole desire to slaughter plaguing the mind - no, that was still something held on to despite the way a scent lay chased. Oh how it filled her lungs with unfamiliarity, no recognition upon it other than the tainted touch of beast. Nothing more than a trace of those blood drinkers laced upon the aroma but it would be enough.
It could have been a fresh turn. A creature abandoned by its maker, left to be driven mad by the hunger until they became no better than rabid beast. If that was the case she would have no choice but to bare her fangs, to feel them sink against flesh as it tore away from bone. There was no chance one already so lost could be saved. Piercing red of her gaze flickering over the terrain as she chased after the freshest trail, a steady beat of paws until that figure would lurch the moment another came into view. Talons lashing out in hopes to catch whatever - or whoever - lingered within the wilds.
A snarl low in her chest as a razor’s edge curled against clothing. One hand perched upon the unknown’s chest with the other held firmly about the waist where nails pressed to opposite hip. It was not until her muzzle lay nearly flush that the fog seeming to drown out that scent lay capture. A man far too familiar to truly be one of the damned who prowled these lands. Yet while she may relax the fox was hardly willing to release her ‘prey’ in full, however, a grip would loosen.
Furred hide pressing close as claws unhooked their deathly grip, tails waving languidly behind her as voice fell in hushed breath against his ear. “Now what are you doing in my hunting grounds, hmm?” Lips relaxed into knowing smile for hardly did any own these lands. Nothing more than a purring tease as one held was known to target the very same night walkers as she. “Or did ya think I needed some help? How kind~” Though she had yet to find one within these shadowed marshes, not yet anyways.
It could have been a fresh turn. A creature abandoned by its maker, left to be driven mad by the hunger until they became no better than rabid beast. If that was the case she would have no choice but to bare her fangs, to feel them sink against flesh as it tore away from bone. There was no chance one already so lost could be saved. Piercing red of her gaze flickering over the terrain as she chased after the freshest trail, a steady beat of paws until that figure would lurch the moment another came into view. Talons lashing out in hopes to catch whatever - or whoever - lingered within the wilds.
A snarl low in her chest as a razor’s edge curled against clothing. One hand perched upon the unknown’s chest with the other held firmly about the waist where nails pressed to opposite hip. It was not until her muzzle lay nearly flush that the fog seeming to drown out that scent lay capture. A man far too familiar to truly be one of the damned who prowled these lands. Yet while she may relax the fox was hardly willing to release her ‘prey’ in full, however, a grip would loosen.
Furred hide pressing close as claws unhooked their deathly grip, tails waving languidly behind her as voice fell in hushed breath against his ear. “Now what are you doing in my hunting grounds, hmm?” Lips relaxed into knowing smile for hardly did any own these lands. Nothing more than a purring tease as one held was known to target the very same night walkers as she. “Or did ya think I needed some help? How kind~” Though she had yet to find one within these shadowed marshes, not yet anyways.
