!!TW: Mentions/description of blood and hunting.
The smell of fresh blood ripples through the air and ignites adrenaline in her veins. It stings and prickles against the surface of her skin.
It's dinnertime.
Her eyes ghost a deep foggy type of gray, the moonlight spotlighting the hunger in her eyes. She doesn't even bother trying to shift forms, the meat crosses her palette just the same in human form. The sound echoing off the trees and floating around her on the midnight breeze is her own mild growls and snarls, an unconscious soundtrack to finally feeding herself. Silence soon fills the air as she deems herself complete with her meal. There's blood staining her lips and chin and down the front of her neck, even tainting the collar of her tee shirt. Her nails and fingertips don the same shade of crimson. Tongue dragging slowly over her lips, her gaze draws to the sky. Most days, she can feel like the ultimate predator that she is without the hunt.
But she has more fun on nights like this.
Nights where she releases and unleashes without a care. All caution to the wind, no one can tell her anything. Nothing at all. She's on top of the world and the world is nothing more than her playground. Everyone becomes prey.
These are the nights where she feels the most free and she dares anyone to try and take that away from her.
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