Akane Himura paused midst step, her pair of geta digging into the earth.

The moon was a

momentary distraction; brilliant rays of dull light illuminating only fractions of the forest around
her. It was without blemish, pure in it's place in a nearly cloudless sky. An excellent setting of
mood, she mused, as crimson orbs flexed from it's sight to the depths of oak before her. Normally
such a task was below her, but it was the details that wrought special interest. Those akin to
bloodshed, who spill it with glee and talent, are often put in the sights of a particular group. While
a blood-letter in the raw was not rare and were dismissed, it was the particulars about the girl that
wrought the attention of the matron. A beautiful thing, a flower with the addition of aspects
regarding the wolf. One who's reports called of a bestial and nearly primal method of thought. A
thing, the woman imagined, that would of eviscerated the norm of who is send to make
introductions. But more so what intrigued her was a simple and blatant concept, for she wanted
more toys. The last location, as per reports of informants sworn to loyalty, was of this dull and
quiet den of wood and wildlife. A fitting place, for a beast.

But also to that of the hunter. She had come as befitting one of power; adorned in regalia
signifying a role most important to her clan. A mixture of red and black, of expensive fabric that
seemed a slimmed version of something akin to a man, with what it's wide shoulders and nearly
religious-like tone to it's robe similarity. But it was an attire of lords, and she who bore it lived to
that expectation fully. Her stride midst her descent was calm and carried utmost hubris, nearly
calling the forest itself her domain with her first step within. The woman carried no martial
weapon or excess material to hinder her garb, save for a strange array of steel affixed to her
fingers in the manner of synthetic claws. The sharpened, nearly glimmering steel seemed to idly
flex and sway as if it was alive, seeking something to dig itself into. A sharp contrast, to the pale
visage that only stared forward with an eerily blood-tinted stare. That, and the subtle curl of ruby
lips that hinted of joy. Her presence was a mix of the two, of a stoic aura that appeared at bliss,
tainted by a trembling wish to rip and tear.

T'was fitting, for Akane was one who favored the good sport of hunting.

The ruler of the night, the Queen-luminary was a sight to behold for Selene: No doubt that thing
right there had given birth to those of her kin. Sadly for Selene, she couldnt see her majesty in full
form: It was only a crescent moon. Still, she saluted her with a slightly less motivated howl. The
brunette stretched and howled a little more: this was akin to most individuals morning routine,
but applied to the dwellers of the night. MmmHungryhorny The wolf-girl yawned and
rubbed her crotch, palpating herself as if to verify that her womanhood was still right there where
she left it last night. After drifting away for around fifteen minutes, her ruby eyes finally spotted
something: It seemed like...campfire? Selene nodded, sniffing at the air and detecting the smell of
food being in the process of cooking. With a satisfied look on her lips, she adjusted her dress, the
singular symbol that she still had [i] some [/i] notions of civilization. But then she began walking on
her fours, allowing her nose to lead her to the source of her desired meal!
Around the fire gathered a group of men that prepared a delicious board for dinner. They were
five and it was likely going to fill them all up and still remain. [b] But that didnt apply to the wolf
[/b] Selene smirked, licking her lips and sliding her tongue along her devilish fangs, as if sharpening
them. A single warning was issued, as if she were about to break a peace-treaty: a very perceptible
howl that echoed all around the forest, making any individual nearby know that the wolf was on
the hunt. After that, her lower limbs tenses up to the point her veins became visible and, using
naught but three jumps, the Beast was already amongst the men, those two-legged weaklings,
that succumbed one after the other to the fangs and claws of the Creature. With blood-bathed lips
she howled and sat down, violently chopping the boars head off and starting to devour it with
satisfaction and absolutely zero discrimination between viscera and meat.

The matron of blood had intended to perform a lovely exercise in tracking, to rely on subtle
information and attempt to corner the creature. One of her favorite past-times with both willing
and unwilling prey, but it seemed as if fate would decline that. Ears had picked up the noise, of the
vibrant and primal nature of wolves upon worship to the celestial orb. That gave her hint, of
course, for the location of her chosen prey. A short distance later? Screams, ones akin to those
who'd soon be drowning in their own blood if fate was poor. If it was kind, simply death would
embrace them. If what information the assassin had was true, she'd be indulging in the remnants
of her kill. While this certainly should of been a keen notion to speed in pace, the woman's lax and
confident stroll had not differed in motivation. In fact it only increased her amusement, inflating
her lips to a full Cheshire grin. She was the Scarlet Mistress, the patron and self-annotated goddess
of blood. It's smell, the sensation of it being present, it was as if slapping a giant target on the wolf.

The sound of satisfaction, it rang into her ears as potently as the smell would overwhelm her
nostrils. From only a short distance, her eyes were granted sight of her target. The lithe wolf girl in
action, in hastened and unrefined devouring of flesh and gore. Around her a lovely macabre
display, of lives taken in brutal and unrestrained fashion. The poor fools, the campers, they had no
idea they performed the great sin of attempting meal befit for a beast. The remnants of their catch,
whatever had been animal, seemed to be the lycan's focus. At least the girl had preference of
taste, then again it could merely be the notion of cooked flesh being far better then raw. It was at
this moment that Akane would enter the scene, of inevitable linking the fate of both her and the
wolf. The clawed mistress strolled quietly, the concept of noise seeming null in her approach. Even
her scent was clouded; eastern oils and reagents had assisted in nullifying such a thing. Wolves
were akin to smell, were they not?

She stood in admiration for a moment, of watching the creature enjoy it's rightful prey as voyeur
to the display. She'd break all concept of stealth with a simple action; bladed nails scrapping
together in a painful echo of steel to the sensitive ears.

"Enjoying your little feast, little canine?" A muffled chuckle beyond the seal of her ruby lips, one
arm coming about her stomach as the other rested elbow upon it, the bladed tendril affixed to
finger tapping at her lip. "No, that's hardly fitting isn't it? You're more a bitch at the moment, an
untrained and rabid dog. Potential, certainly, but alas that is the statement given to all who
haven't embraced and lived to expectation." Akane's voice was akin to a nature of tone that hardly
ever seemed it had been used in anger, but only in narcissistic and condescending joy. Certainly
not the best way to approach a stranger, one could explain. However, if the wolf was indeed a
rogue thing with its base desires befitting a primal fashion, Akane would be keen to play into that
aspect. In both the civilized and uncivilized world, there was a hierarchy. To establish dominion,
she'd have to play the role of a stronger and intimidating beast, wouldn't she?

Guts and blood stained her dress as she devoured her current meal. Itd seem shed have to steal
one again, so as to not go naked. At moments, Selene had a certain envy of her feral kindred: they
had fur to coat them and protect them from the elements [i] while also allowing them to parade
about nakedly[/i]. So sad, so sad, worth a bewailing howl. She poked out the boars eye and
suckled on it like a kid would on a candythen her ears perked up. They were sensitive to foreign
noises, and metal was one of the things she was the most aware of: it was the sound of knives, of
bullets, [b]of hunters [/b]. Immediately she crushed the animals eye with her molars and faced in
the direction that sonorous metal came from. Strangely enough, the brunette didnt seem
offended at being called a bitch or an untrained, rabid dog. Nothing but the truth, after all. Even
she referred to herself as bitch at times, so it was all fair game to her. What [b]really[/b] pissed
her off was the fact that the female had interrupted her meal by startling her.

At the sight of (what she thought was) a hunter, the Daughter of the Moon immediately assumed
a more feral position, sitting on her lower limbs, in something that was neither a squatting
position neither an on fours kind of deal; it reflected perfectly her dual nature of beast and
woman. Grrrr. Her vocal chords resounded in an ominous harmony, as if trying to warn the
other female [i] this dog does bite[/i]. With the most subtle forward movements, the Wolf reached
out for her prey, as if intending to secure it while still keeping her eyes fixed on the womans
figure. [b] Why did she feel so pissed off by her mere sight? [/b] Maybe her clothes reminded
those of the Father.

Akane found it humorous, to say the least. The way the petite little thing growled, as if informing
her that her presence was bothersome. Titles and prestige, that wasn't a factor she imagined in
the little wolf's mind. The woman in oriental garb has descended to a crotch, planting a fist into
the earth as if anchor as she stared the beast down. The crimson orbs were lit with pure
amusement, narrowed and locked onto the hostile visage of the lycan. It was then her free hand,
the one sporting tendrils of steel, began to flex and scrape together in a self-sharpening. Each
sharpened point was lowered into the pool of red nectar beside her, twirling about the remains of
one of the victims. An act that seemed altogether a thing of idle entertainment, until she wiped
the steel against it. A sudden and quickened drag, it'd appear as if she was splashing the liquid
towards the wolf. But wherein drops should of been lobbed in buckshot, in it's stead was ropes.
Sticky, solidified strands that would extend from the pool and lob itself upon the lycan's meal.
She'd jerk her elbow back, clenching her synthetic claws. The ropes upon the half-destroyed boar
would tug and pull it away from the hungering beast, dragging it to Akane's feet wherein her palm
would immediately plant upon it in a claim of ownership. Those bladed fingers would tap to the
torn flesh of the cooked boar, like legs of a spider.

"Mine." It was all she said, her bound up tail of raven swaying as she tilted her head. The largest
beast would enjoy the meal, it was to the weaker of the pack to enjoy morsels. As far as Akane
was concerned, the girl had her fill. Unless she wished challenge, which may or may not of be a
goal of the matron. To be honest she was having a grand time, she loved toying with beasts.

Selene relaxed her shoulders only a little, thinking that maybe, just maybe, a growl was all that it
would take from her in order to make the foolish hunter leave. How wrong she was! Its mine! Let
go. She said, uttering her first human words with canine flavor during their short encounter. By
this point, she wouldve already jumped upon a [i]regular[/i] opponent. But something felt off. It
was as if her instincts, as if her animal half was telling her [b]run[/b], run for your life. Why was it
doing that? Was it because of the womans bizarre ability to (apparently) manipulate blood,
something that she had never faced before? Perhaps it was due to the fact that she didnt see any
visible weapon other than those puny-looking, artificial claws. Or maybe it was because
[color=red]those ruby eyes had been locked with her own for far too long, and she didnt detect
any fear coming from the woman[/color]? Why why why why why why.!? Grrr.[b]leave![/b]
The brunette got pissed off and simply nullified whatever hesitation she had in her mind. It was
very uncharacteristic of her to take so long (for her standards) to press forwards. No matter!

Her whole body got tense: her legs, arms and neck displayed thick, strong veins full of fresh blood
rich in adrenaline. In spite of her looks, Halflings like her had an advantage over humans: even if
her muscles looked small, they were several times denser than a regular humans own. With the
same size, she could produce greater force; the perfect mix of beauty and beast. The same applied
to her bones: Itd be safer for one to stand behind the ribcage of a beast like her during an
explosion than to stand behind a wall. With those fiber-rich members the moonchild leaped
forward, slashing apart the boar (she could always eat it from the floor afterwards) with her right
arm, while aiming the claws in her right hand at the womans neck. [b] Why did that woman piss
her off so bad?! [/b]

Akane was waiting for this. It a two-fold reason for invoking the beast's anger, as one was simply
to appeal to her sense of simply invoking rage. The other, was to determine if the thing had value.
An instinct to kill could be graced upon any, especially after suffering some sort of trauma or
lengthy experience in survivalism. But to do it well? A peasant could be trained to swing his
pitchfork with finesse, but even then there were hard limits. What Akane could grace to the
worthy could make them strong, but she didn't care to add such meager strength to her retinue.
She wanted those she could make legendary. The matron could tell as the beast readied itself, it's
aura of a killer began to reveal itself to her trained vision. The tensing of muscles, the desire of
taking life vividly displeased in the crimson of those eyes. This was as the scarlet mistress wished, a
thing that unbeknownst to the wolf would be her trial by fire. Akane awaited, as a professional
would. Still midst the charge, forcing the wolf to dedicate to her approach.

It was then the woman's skin would sear of red. As the flesh of her face was the only visible
section of her body, one could only rely on what appeared there. Of strange runic tattoos, jagged
words written in language not known to man or beast. A scrawl that if one dared give it alignment,
was simply defined as evil. It was at the split second of collision the runes would appear, that
second that her body went from a still and lifeless thing to a vibrant display of muscles attuning to
both command and instinct. The dead boar was sacrifice, the assassin abandoning it swiftly in
focus of the right claw that aimed in killing blow. Akane's neck would dip just out of reach, as
motion came to the whole of her body in a descent backward. Her unarmed gauntlet would smash
to the ground in support as knee would bend and jerk back, her foot nearly destroying the earth as
it would sear the dirt and blood, bringing the shin to bear full force upon a strike towards the
wolf's stomach. Her knowledge of the race, of whatever kin this wolf could call relative, she knew
not. But what came was a thing of force matching a shattering blow best compared to that of a
great hammer wielded by demons of old. The mistress' body was human, this was true. But the
blood underneath, that fed her strength, that was far from human.

The strangest aspect, perhaps? Her Chesire smile never left, as if such an action was a casual thing
for the woman to perform.

So close yet so far. Selene knew perfectly well that, when it came to the hunt, missing by a
millimeter was the difference between those who lived and those who died. And she had just
missed a chance at eating a human female. Regrettable. Upon missing her first thought was to
move back and create distance, for she didnt know what card the woman may have under her
sleeve. But her intent was blocked by the females blow on her abdominal region. Lucky for her,
both her abs and her ribs were though and had been tested by fire. Still, it hurt quite a lot! Selene
didnt have a clue as to what the huntress was using, but it looked dangerous. GRRRR! The
brunette uttered something between a growl and a howl, demonstrating how mad she was at her
current opponent. After taking the hit, Selene landed on her legs and once more assumed her
hunting position, squatting down and holding both hands in front of herself. The brunette howled
at the moon, as if asking her for a bit more energy, and then started her attack again. Now she was
aware of the womans reflexes, so shed have to speed up her game a little: This time the wolf
seemed more agile in her movements. It was as if, just because she was faced against a strong foe,
Selene had been forced to pay attention and give it her all. Her movements had the quality of a
river going overboard: They flowed violently. With two jumps she erased the distance between
them and aimed two slashes at the females arms, trying to figure out what material they were
made of. They were fast enough for the normal, human eye, to hesitate at the sight.
A durable dog, that would certainly be of use to the matron. That act alone would of crushed the
ribs of a normal being, if not killing them outright with bone spearing their vitals. Akane would
reform to a prominent stand, those emblazoned runes upon her features remaining firm. Again
she wanted more, to witness the raw potential of the little wolf. Her eyes were hungry for it,
narrowing without blink as they watched the girl prepare her next move. Defense was easy, Akane
was not the aggressor. A distinct advantage, given the wolf's manner of attacking from distance. A
startling thing she'd imagine from most, being a little ball of unbridled fury. Joy overflowed her as
the creature begun it's next assault, bolstered by it's innate will and understanding of who it stood
before. She did not dodge perfectly, surprisingly. No, as the claws came in the matron had crossed
her arms before her, suffering the rip and tear of the girl's innate claws. They'd shred both fabric
and leather, exposing the flesh underneath with but minor cuts for their efforts. Her pale and
moonlight kissed skin upon each had sported the same runic marks, descending into what sleeves
remained undamaged. But more curiously, as the woman had taken step back, one could see the
native crimson that belonged to Akane streaming down her arms like small snakes. The matron
laughed eerily, taking hold of her bladed gauntlet and tossing it aside to bear both her unarmed
hands.

The blood near her feet had kicked up as she'd rush in retaliation. She'd attempt to grab the wolf,
specifically the forearms. If successful in her speed driven action, she'd slip behind the creature
and pin both limbs with a grasp deceptively strong, taking hold of wrists and yanking them in a
manner at first simply painful, with her geta coming to slam on the wolf's back. She'd pull them,
both arms, away their owner as her foot pressured the fox in the opposite direction. The blood
that streaked across her exposed arms would pulse and take the form of exterior veins, as if
bolstering the limbs in union to corrupted blood beneath her skin. Her objective? Dislocate and
possibly break both of the wolf's arms, all the while giving a wonderfully sadistic grit of teeth that
bellowed breath like steam. If she missed her initial grapple? She'd of settled with creating
distance on miss, with an attempt at striking the wolf's head with an empowered fist that would
make the kick look like something of a warm up of strength.

The wolf wouldve continued her somewhat contained form of attacking with grace, had she not
seen that bleeding arm. The sight of it drove her crazy. Her enemy [color=red]could bleed[/color],
she could be damaged and killed just as easily as the men she had slain a few minutes before! That
made her lose the slight touch of fear she felt a second ago, erasing her hesitation and telling her
its ok, shell die in time, dont worry, youre the predator and shes the prey. This made her aim
her deadly fangs at the womans neck, thus falling for her grab and biting a mouthful ofair.
GRRFFFF Like a rabid dog Selene continued to flail about until she began to feel the pressure
in her forearms. LET GO YOU FUCKING WHORE! she screamed desperately as she turned around,
attempting to bite at one of the womans hands. Of course, the woman could always pull that
hand back butthatd leave one of those dangerous claws free. However, should Selene be
successful in biting the hand that now held her in place, the jaws of a lycan were no joke! With her
jaw alone, Selene couldve been able to propel a cart that was intended for 4 horses. Pound by
pound, the strongest muscles are those in the jaw
The matron had little choice, did she not? While she was far above human ability she could also
suffer grievous wound. The jaw that latched to her hand was successful. Pain, that feeling coursed
through Akane. The pain of teeth sinking into her flesh, puncturing it and wishing to tear it
asunder. She could feel the bone break, the sinews of muscle and flesh torn asunder. The woman's
eyes bulged in both a masochistic delight and a course of horrible agony. What was one to do
when a part no longer was useful? The noises from the woman's throat did not sound human, for
in fact they sounded like a primal howl. She yanked her limb away, leaving to the hand to the jaws.
The same moment her geta-clad foot would slam against the wolf's spine in what best would feel
like an implosion. She'd create distance, swiftly, bringing free hand to enclose upon the now stub
of her wrist. Pain, was there. Tickling at her, pulsing like molten fire. But she did not scream,
but laugh. A crazed and nearly psychotic sounding thing, that threw her whole body into the action.
It'd come to a sudden halt, her once tilted head slowly revolving back to the sight of the wolf.

"You, I like you. You're going to be perfect for me."

Akane's blood, was an oddity. It sported a taint, a thing not befitting the normal human. A potent
and deadly sort of corruption, one that was currently splashed upon the wolf's mouth. Dripping
from fangs, no doubt lingering in the recesses of her oral cavity. All she had to do now was drink,
willingly or unwillingly swallow. Such a thing was not made to be ingested freely, not without
proper precaution. The blood of the mother, if devoured, was something that at first simply would
cause immense and terrible pain. Agony, as if devouring a poison meant for torture. Blood would
burn within veins, overwhelm the nerves and processes of one until they were momentarily fried,
reducing it's imbiber to an unconscious and coma-like state for several hours.

Only, if they somehow drank. Akane knew well it could happen, but if not she had more things up
her torn sleeve. More particularly, her bloodied stump of a hand

And I hate you, and youre going to be the perfect meal for me, asshole. As if to make a physical
statement to go with her verbal one, Selene grabbed onto the hand she had stolen from her
enemy and bit on it. She viciously tore it apart with her deadly fangs, enjoying every second of
destroying those tight tendons that held her hand together. The she devoured it all: Bone, flesh,
blood, nails and all. It all fell apart under the vicious crushing potency of the beasts molars and
jaw; nothing but dust returning to dust. Once she was done with her meal, Selene prepared to
attack once more, this time to get a more precious one. [color=red] Surely your heart must taste
better than this shit I just ate [/color] she said while spitting and getting on her hind quarters,
ready for the final attack.

The Beast jumped onto her prey, baring her horrendous, blood coated fangsand then it all faded
to black. Her consciousness disappeared and the wolfgirl turned into nothing but a lump of meat
without energy, eyes closed, at the womans feet. Hopefully this wasnt an omen of what was to
come