Post by Tig on May 9, 2009 0:04:47 GMT -5
Anya wondered away from the group when they separated. She was glad to get away, she felt better when she was alone sometimes. Too many people around was suffocating, it wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she just hated having to hide what she was, there was always that fear that she would be considered a freak. She couldn’t even keep her husband after a year of marriage.
Moving into the shadows, she pulled off her clothes, and tied her dagger around her thigh with a leather string that would keep it on her. With a smile, she embraced her panther, accepting it, as her body contorted, muscles stretching, fur stretching out over her body, her body taking the form of the black panther. Freedom. Growling low in her throat, she leapt forward, taking to the shadows as she ran down the length of the street, this was nothing like running in the open country side, or leaping in the trees of a forest or jungle. She didn’t like cities, the closed in spaces, no place to run, or hide from humans when she wanted to run free.
Gaining speed, she moved past buildings, houses, her movement was graceful, well balanced. She stayed in her panther form for as long as she could, till she caught the scent of humans. She darted into an empty home, abandoned. Shifting back to her human form, she found a bedroom, and managed to find some clothes that would fit her. She pulled the clothes on her slender, twig like body, she found a pair of black boots, and slipped them on, and placing her dagger in between the straps on the side. Examining herself in a broken mirror, she smirked, the clothes were a little darker than she’d like but it worked. She left the house, and found the human she’d scented. She pulled him behind one of the houses biting him. She took enough blood to sate her hunger, he’d passed out in her arms, and she healed him, and left him there, he wouldn’t remember a think, not that it’d really make a different, he’s blood was different, like he wasn’t aware of anything, in this strange city, it seemed to suck the life out of everyone living there, till they were just shells.
She found the werewolf, sitting on the roof, looking like she was in a bad mood. Anya climbed up the roof to join the werewolf.
Fiona jumped to her feet instantly, the moment Anya showed her face. “Bitch, get lost,” she growled.
Anya tilted her head, sighing. “You know, that’s not very nice.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not very nice, and I don’t associate with vampires.” The word vampire was spat out with disdain.
“Oh sure, lets just not get along, not set aside our differences, and just hate each other because its our nature.”
“That sounds good, now go away.”
The vampire rolled her eyes in annoyance. “That isn’t good enough for me.”
“It works for me. Get lost before I tear out your blood sucking heart.” Fiona took a stance, ready to lunge and attack the vampire. “Halfbreed. Do you know how pathetic that is?”
Anya didn’t move, unfazed by the insult.
All of Fiona’s pent of anger made her snap, and she attacked with teeth and claws.
Fiona lashed out at the vampire, tearing at flesh, getting a hiss out of the annoyed vampire. She came at the other with anger and strength, throwing a punch at Anya’s face, which, Anya managed to dodge, and throw a punch at Fiona’s stomach. Fiona doubled over, but recovered shortly, throwing herself at Anya, tackling her, and throwing punches and scratches at the Asian’s face. Anya’s nails lengthen into claws and she lashed out, creating a gash on the werewolf’s shoulder, then pushed her off as Fiona cried out in pain.
Infuriated, Fiona took the form of her wolf, since she could take the werewolf form during the week of a full moon, it was just on the night off the full moon that she was forced to loose herself to the insanity of the werewolf.
Anya reacted by taking the form of the panther, and they collided with one another, scratching, clawing, biting each other. Teeth bit and tore, claws ripped at flesh. Then it was the over, both beasts lay sprawled, unconscious, returning to their human forms, clothes torn, bodies bloody and bruised.
Moving into the shadows, she pulled off her clothes, and tied her dagger around her thigh with a leather string that would keep it on her. With a smile, she embraced her panther, accepting it, as her body contorted, muscles stretching, fur stretching out over her body, her body taking the form of the black panther. Freedom. Growling low in her throat, she leapt forward, taking to the shadows as she ran down the length of the street, this was nothing like running in the open country side, or leaping in the trees of a forest or jungle. She didn’t like cities, the closed in spaces, no place to run, or hide from humans when she wanted to run free.
Gaining speed, she moved past buildings, houses, her movement was graceful, well balanced. She stayed in her panther form for as long as she could, till she caught the scent of humans. She darted into an empty home, abandoned. Shifting back to her human form, she found a bedroom, and managed to find some clothes that would fit her. She pulled the clothes on her slender, twig like body, she found a pair of black boots, and slipped them on, and placing her dagger in between the straps on the side. Examining herself in a broken mirror, she smirked, the clothes were a little darker than she’d like but it worked. She left the house, and found the human she’d scented. She pulled him behind one of the houses biting him. She took enough blood to sate her hunger, he’d passed out in her arms, and she healed him, and left him there, he wouldn’t remember a think, not that it’d really make a different, he’s blood was different, like he wasn’t aware of anything, in this strange city, it seemed to suck the life out of everyone living there, till they were just shells.
She found the werewolf, sitting on the roof, looking like she was in a bad mood. Anya climbed up the roof to join the werewolf.
Fiona jumped to her feet instantly, the moment Anya showed her face. “Bitch, get lost,” she growled.
Anya tilted her head, sighing. “You know, that’s not very nice.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not very nice, and I don’t associate with vampires.” The word vampire was spat out with disdain.
“Oh sure, lets just not get along, not set aside our differences, and just hate each other because its our nature.”
“That sounds good, now go away.”
The vampire rolled her eyes in annoyance. “That isn’t good enough for me.”
“It works for me. Get lost before I tear out your blood sucking heart.” Fiona took a stance, ready to lunge and attack the vampire. “Halfbreed. Do you know how pathetic that is?”
Anya didn’t move, unfazed by the insult.
All of Fiona’s pent of anger made her snap, and she attacked with teeth and claws.
Fiona lashed out at the vampire, tearing at flesh, getting a hiss out of the annoyed vampire. She came at the other with anger and strength, throwing a punch at Anya’s face, which, Anya managed to dodge, and throw a punch at Fiona’s stomach. Fiona doubled over, but recovered shortly, throwing herself at Anya, tackling her, and throwing punches and scratches at the Asian’s face. Anya’s nails lengthen into claws and she lashed out, creating a gash on the werewolf’s shoulder, then pushed her off as Fiona cried out in pain.
Infuriated, Fiona took the form of her wolf, since she could take the werewolf form during the week of a full moon, it was just on the night off the full moon that she was forced to loose herself to the insanity of the werewolf.
Anya reacted by taking the form of the panther, and they collided with one another, scratching, clawing, biting each other. Teeth bit and tore, claws ripped at flesh. Then it was the over, both beasts lay sprawled, unconscious, returning to their human forms, clothes torn, bodies bloody and bruised.