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Deborah looks over at the rules and leaves out a sigh, pressing her cigarette into the paper to sign it, smearing the ashes to try and make it look like a sterotypical alien face.
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Name: Deborah Jenice
DOB: 12/25/1989
Sex: Female
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5’7″
Weight: 210 lbs.
Ethnicity: American (White)
Occupation: Military containment unit design and home base technition and design manager, owner of a xenophilia site.
Personal Items: Handheld computer in tablet form.
Weapons: Owns none.
Photo:
History: She was born and raised in a small town and got crap grades through the grade schools. When she was in her senior year, the military picked her up and gave her money to go into college. She majored in technical design and they placed her in a home base as an engineer and a design technition for new blueprints. She was dishonorably discharged due to her private affairs, running a xenophilia site and storing 50 terrabytes of xenophilia on military equipment all of her own creation. She has since been continuing her designs online and being paid to continue her xenophilia site, oddly by the same people who fired her and often sends in designs and are sent designs to critique.
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Haruno looked at her as they made it down and out of the building and dreaded answering. He took a deep breath and said, “It wasn’t. Whoever summoned it killed the previous ANBU leader as well. It is a problem that I need to prepare as many as I can for.” He had a distressed tone even though his body held a strong and firm stance as if it wasn’t an issue. He was making an attempt to keep calm for the sake of these students so they wouldn’t need to worry and just train. He then spoke more seriously, “What is your drive?” He didn’t want to state why he asked it but it was a very important question.
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Akaxam walked calmly beside the spectre taking her to her new home. She looked around at some of the pricey homes and said, “Um… Are we in the wrong place?” She saw some of the noble clans and even some of her own roaming around. Her confusion only rose.
The spectre shook his head. “We’re in the right place.” He continued to walk her through the noble area in looking for a hunter.
“This is the noble area, I am a peasant,” Akaxam grumbled to herself, she hissed at some of the people they passed by and chuckled to herself. She then sat down, the rope tightening into a knot on her collar from how it was placed. The spectre ended up dragging her dragon ass. “I don’t belong here,” She retorted.
“Yes you do,” The spectre spoke and continued to drag Akaxam. “This is where a new owner will be.”
“Then let me go to MY home and I will meet whoever it is there,” Akaxam huffed with a plea. “Ow this thing is tight…”
The spectre sighed and stopped pulling, taking the rope off the collar. “Fine,” He said, “I will go find you a master and bring him to your house.”
Akaxam smirked and nodded, taking off for her old home. She tucked her wings in and ran as fast as she could. She curled up into her home and rolled around on the floor, the spikes on the collar pulling it off as she pulled the buckled apart. She felt so cozy. She then made sure to cover all the windows, wanting it as dark as possible in her home.
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Akaxam looked from a bowed head at the council, attempting to not make direct eye contact. The spectre that had brought her in pat her leg to affirm she was safe to have free then stepped away. The other spectre was still pointing at her and saying, “That peasant struck me on multiple occasions in her master’s home. It was without warning and without provocation.” The spectre has made such claims of things in the past, getting others punished for no reason. Her head tilted a bit up with a growl, baring her fangs as she focused on the accuser, but the one beside her gave her a light tap to bring her back in and to close her lips.
The council was already discussing and muttering to themselves, she made it out to be whatever accusations the spectre was throwing at her. Her eyes caught one of the angels standing up and the voice ringing out, “You may present your side of the case.”
Akaxam saw the angel sit before she raised her head up but not to full height, not that she could even match their heights but was doing so out of respect. She wondered what their bloods tasted like but now was not the time. She spoke, “That spectre over there broke into my home without anyone present. He wanted to assign me a hit but that is for my master to be given so we waited a while.” She lowered her head a bit, “When curiosity struck and I asked what the hit was, he attacked me and jabbed a dagger in to my hand.” She raised the claw in question and showed the missing scales that had been chipped off in the hit. “He told me the hit was my own master, that he had been disloyal and this was my chance to prove what side we took. I was infuriated.” She placed her claw back down and looked at the council, not directly. “I only attacked back in self defense, as my kind’s way. We never attack without provocation or reason, even the insane.” She wrapped her tail around herself and said, “I tracked my master and rebels had him captured. I attempted to free him but had to retreat. They had ropes made of light. I did burn up the warehouse they were in and one of them had a gauntlet. But he was true, most likely his soul is taken now due to that interfereing spectre, but he would have never done anything against the council’s wishes.” She was done speaking and lowered herself as low as possible to await judgement.
She heard them collaborating but didn’t know what was going to be the verdict. She looked at the spectre and whispered, “I am going to be punished, aren’t I?” She took a deep breath and lowered her head.
The spectre gently pet her and said, “I wouldn’t know.”Akaxam put her head slightly back up when silence took the council and the nephalim stood up. The voice respounded through the hall, “Blood hound, you are free to go. The spectre accusing you will be stripped of rank and power and sent to Earth. Also, Hound, you will be reassigned to a new master by this spectre here.” Akaxam bowed her head to them and as they were spat out into the hall, the Spectre with her put the loose rope back onto her collar and started walking to go find her a new master.
Akaxam looked at this spectre and said, “I somewhat wish you were a hunter. You seem like you would be a damn good master.” She smiled at him as best as her dragon head could. The spectre lead her through the streets, a bit proud of that knowledge. Then she said, “Could I have a small taste of your blood?”
The spectre gave her an odd look and said, “No.”
Akaxam chuckled and said, “Can’t blame a girl for trying…” -
Akaxam watched the captured mirror and the things within it. She let out a warm sigh and looked at the girl through it. She was admiring the mirror as well. Akaxam ended up laying down and staring blankly as the girl brushed her hair with a fork. Seemed the girl hadn’t been taught much better. She heard her window open and someone come in but she didn’t look away. A constable came into the girl’s room on the other side.
Akaxam looked back at a spectre who’d made his way into her home. She turned fully away from the mirror and wrapped her tail around herself, wings folded close. She looked at the spectre and said, “It won’t be a fair trial.”
The spectre sighed and looked over the sad mug and said, “I am sure it will be, I will be there with you if it is any consolation, but we must go now.” The spectre looked around the home and said, “Do you have a collar?”
Akaxam nodded and raised up her lithe body, digging a claw into a dresser and pulling out a large spiked collar for around her neck. She handed it to the spectre and laid down so he could place it around her throat. The spectre did so and clipped it at her front, placing a loose rope on the loop where a leash was supposed to be. Akaxam looked at the rope and said, “Aren’t you going to tie it?”
The spectre shook his head, “I trust you to walk along side of me and no one will know.” He started to walk out with the other end of the rope in hand.
Akaxam admired this and followed as she said, “They have already heard his side. Who’s to trust a peasant blood hound over the word of a spectre?” She gave a light huff.
The spectre thought and said, “Well, who attacked who first and was it fitting?” He continued to lead her.
Akaxam looked down and said, “Well, he broke into my home, I told him I could do nothing without my master present. We sat there for a while then when I asked what the hit was, he attacked me, stabbed through my hand, then told me the hit was my own master to prove my loyalty.” She stopped for a breath and then continued, “I checked it out, my master was being tortured by rebels. I tried to save him but they had rope with light in it. I had to get out of there. He’s most likely dead now, though.” She sighed.
The spectre pat her leg and said, “We’ll be there soon and they will hear your case.”
They walked to the great place and entered, expecting to get tugged in immediately and they were. Akaxam stood before the council and the rope was removed from her collar. She sat there, waiting them to speak to her first as the spectre she had encountered earlier pointed an accusing finger at her. -
Akaxam kept eying the spectre that was numbers ahead of her. She only peeked to see who would be taken in next, swiftly returning growling eyes to the sturdy spectre. She looked at him and then down at the ground, pupils unseen as the azure orbs appeared to have no pupils. She snapped her eyes back to him and said, “He was innocent, asshole.”
The others sitting in wait looked at her and then the spectre, waiting to see what would happen. The spectre looked right at her and tilted his head as words seemed to want to come out one way but came out another, “What on htraE do you mean? He has no loyalty, that makes him a traitor.”
Akaxam sat herself up as she pulled with her front claws to be right in front of the spectre as she looked down at him, their only minor distraction was as a large hound carrying a ball of chains ran through. She noted the marks on the hound and knew who it belonged to, as did the spectre. Akaxam showed respect as it darted through by bowing her head, then when it was gone to the council itself, she turned back to the spectre and said, “He was a man loyal to the council and you caused his death. If you are here to condemn me, than you are not loyal to the ones you are condemning me to.”
The spectre pointed a finger at her as he stood and yelled, “How dare you accuse me of disloyalty!” He stood firm as the others in the waiting room scooted away from the scene while watching intently.
Akaxam stood up and with a roar right into the spectre’s face, “How dare you accuse him without cause then attack his hound without prompt!” She growled at him as involuntary flames sputtered from between her teeth of the black sort. She glared at him and said, “You are a fucktard that should be a charred spurt on the wall…” The demons watching scooted a bit further away to watch. The spectre just chuckled at her. “The fuck is so funny?” She growled at him.
“Once that hound is done…” The spectre waved his ticket around, “I will throw you to them on a silver platter… bitch.” He laughed at her in her face. She knew she couldn’t do shit in here and looked at the other demons who still seemed to be expecting a fight. They calmed down and were scooting back as if they thought her sanity was in tact. She followed the laws, but she certainly was not sane. The black fire flew from her mouth at the spectre, who moved out of the way. She quelled it and snapped her head around just to see him snapped away.
She looked at the spot he was taken from and looked down at the ground. She knew she was fucked now. He’d lie his ass off just to get her institutionalized. She dropped her number and made a run for her house. She knew she wasn’t safe there, she just wanted a bit more time. They’d send someone for her and then she’d be ready. She ran as fast as she could and ripped into her house and stared at the mirror she had gotten earlier, just watching through it.
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Tamekaze saw her and smiled. She let her flop back and was concerned but she could easily yell for medical if something went wrong. She said, “Go ahead and sleep, I will be here.” She watched Jane, being careful to scoot to her without getting too hurt again by using her elbows to pull her across. She then laid and watched her, making sure she could reach to take a pulse every thirty minutes.
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Akaxam sat there for a while, her eyes locked on the spectre for the entirety. She was irritated and it seemed her master was not coming. She growled lowly at the spectre until she finally had curiosity get the better of her. She wrapped her tail up under her body as she laid down, legs at the sides as she let her arms in front of her. Her illusion self was sitting with her legs crossed on the floor, not that the spectre saw that anyways. She spoke to the spectre, “So… What was that hit…” Her tail pulled out from under herself and wrapped around the length of her body.
The spectre eyed her up and left out a chuckle, causing Akaxam to growl. The spectre looked at her in the eyes, its eyes glowed red. She scooted back a bit from the spectre and they finally responded, “Curiosity killed the dragon…” It took out a small dagger and lunged towards the hound.
Akaxam stood up onto all fours and black flames began to spurt from her mouth, but she didn’t fire them at the spectre. She instead swiped with her claw to knock them to the side. The spectre hit the wall then faded into shadow, coming up behind Akaxam to be hit by her uncurling tail. Akaxam changed her flames to red and lit up the room, giving the spectre no where to hide. She then pinned the spectre to the wall with one of her front claws after turning to face the downed spectre. She repeated, “What was the hit?”
“Your master,” The spectre claimed then jabbed the dagger into the large claw. Akaxam didn’t let go though. She snarled and as the spectre spat out, “He is aligned to no side and must be dealt with. That is why I came to you. If you prove your loyalty to us, then we will give you a new owner.” He pushed the dagger in further as blackish blood fell out of the large beast. “Side with him, and you too shall parish.” The spectre twisted the dagger but Akaxam wouldn’t let go.
“My master has served your purpose, perhaps it is you that is aiding the enemy,” She snarled and forced her claw closed tighter, pushing the dagger out a bit. She heard the spectre starting to gasp for air so she closed it a bit tighter. She said, “Get the fuck out of my house and I will think about it.” She took the spectre off the wall and threw them out of the front window.
The spectre picked themself up and Akaxam roared out of the window at him. He took off rather quickly, realizing they should have sent a somewhat more powerful spectre to tell her this. She then put out the flames in her home and sighed, it resounding as a low growl. She needed to know if this was true of her master and maybe that was why he wasn’t around as much. She went out onto the streets, most of them seeing the illusion as she began to track her own master. She didn’t sprint though, just walked trying to trace the light scent of his blood through the crowd.
She followed it to a warehouse in the noble districts. She sighed knowing she shouldn’t be there at all. She tried to find a vantage point, seeing a tall window. She rose up onto her hind legs and peeked in. Her master was in there but he was tied up to a chair. There was a group of rebels around him. It looked like they were attempting the same thing the spectre wanted, him dead but they were torturing him. She glared as she allowed her black flames to sputter from her mouth, hot enough to melt down the front of the warehouse and spread out inside. The warehouse on earth began to have an electrical fire, a cop trying to get homeless out when the fire started and spread quickly. She had no knowledge of this plight and burst in through the hole, wings tucked in as she flopped in and her long neck reached down and bit a rebel on the neck before she tossed them into the air and swallowed them.
The greater rebels looked at her and smirked, taking out chains imbued with light from the other side. She yelped at them and flapped to get back out through the hole she came through, only turning her head to throw the black flames at them. She felt the chain wrap hold of her tail, tugging her back but she fought against it to get to the darkness outside. She touched her nose to a shadow and managed to puff away from the chain with a quick back up then pull. She hid then in a shadow and hoped they would put it away. She would have to report this herself.
She traveled through shadows as she headed for the council. She knew her hunter should do so but he was a little tied up at the moment. She ran as fast as she could from shadow to shadow, leaving trails between the darkness and lesser darkness. She went straight towards the council’s castle and went straight in through the front door. She went in and decided to pull a ticket with her mouth. It said forty two on it. She turned her head and saw the spectre sitting there. She growled and the spectre sat as still as possible. He was a good ten ahead of her. She sat down and snarled as she made herself comfy in the middle of the room, glaring right at the spectre.
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Mr Haruno looked across the both of them and before he gave a full answer, he took into consideration Muri’s concerns. He offered a smirk and then a plain face as a thought of the beast possibly being in tandem with the killing of the former head of ANBU. His pupils shifted to Rai first as he said, “You can ditch the rest of class, but from here on out, you may only come after class.” His entire head then faced Muri as his eyes locked on her as he said, “We’ll go to the park right now for training. We’ll take the stairs and once we’re there, we can go over how exactly this creature looked so we can take down two birds with one stone, no offense.” He thought about Muri’s clan after the fact as he had went with the most familiar phrase to him. He crossed his arms over his chest, just for a moment with his left on top and hands tucked in before dropping them again to begin walking down the stairwell. He was willing to listen to what they had to say on the way there and kept an even pace of a stride of about two and a half feet.
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Akaxam continued to flick her black tongue out of her mouth, gripping the charcoaled pieces of the burnt enemy and placing them into her mouth. The blood was bitter in its burnt state, the crisp crunch unsatisfying to the dragon’s sensative tongue. She lapped her siliva onto the ashen outsides and softened it just a tad bit as a new hard surface appeared at each crunch of her magnificent teeth. The other demons went about their ways, keeping clear of the shadow dragon until it finished its prey. Some even took the chunks that landed on themselves and placed them in the dragon’s reach to allow her to have all of her prey.
She heard a light hum echoing into in her inner ear, something she had rarely heard as the one who tended to call her home did such as a rarity and only if he could not catch his prey. Her eyes narrowed as she raised her form, gathering the exploded bits in her mouth to swiftly chomp down the rest before taking her origenal prey and swallowing the corpse whole as it buldged down her through. Her attention then turned to the mirror she had snagged to hunt with. She grasped it in her teeth and her illusion took back as it seemed her regular humanistic form held it, even if it was still in her mouth.
She carried it with her back further into the slums of york new, seeing this extremely torn down hut that on Earth was a shitty apartment building. She trotted right on in as it was not just the one who should be calling but also her place too. Her eyes looked upon the one at the horn for her ears only, was not standing her partner but some shadow spectre facing to her. She knew this one saw her true form, sitting herself down suddenly as if a dog and wrapping her tail around her bottom and around to her front claws. Her eyes focused on the intruder as she questioned, “Why call that of which does not belong to you?”
The spectre eyed her, them tugging a cloak to hide their appearance as best as possible as their voice iced out, “I have spoken with the hunter that owns you. I need you to hunt someone.”
Akaxam’s tail began to gently tap at the tip, the fur waving up and down. She growled a little bit before saying, “I want his say.”
The spectre seemed displeased, simply saying, “Is my say not enough?” They turned to look at the door and then back at the dragon sitting in the middle of the room.
Akaxam shook her head as her voice resounded, “No. If you are to command me without knowledge of my hunter through trickery, then you are stealing from him. I will not move until my partner says otherwise.” She blinked once and folded her wings nearly flat against her body.
The spectre shook their head and said, “If you absolutely must, we will wait.” He moved to get himself comfy, Akaxam growling as he did and her eyes trained on him. -
Mr Haruno bent at the waist, offering Rai the respect he was being shown back to him. Then as he stood, his lips pulled into a smirk as he said, “I see.” This was to Muri’s first statements and he then looked at the pointed finger as the smirk turned into a toothy smile. He gave a light chuckle as he brought a hand to his chin, his fingers curled with the exception of his pointer and thumb as they rest around the curve of his chin. He looked up at the ceiling before he looked back at Muri, “How about since you were kicked out, we’ll do private lessons. Rai can come as well but only after school. I will make sure you are both trained properly.” He turned his smile back to being neutral as he allowed his arms to come to rest at his sides, he decided to explain, “I was brought before the Hokage, who decided he needed a new head ANBU due to the current being dead. They’d already attempted to track down the killer but the needles in the body were from melted down steel of a earlier hand gun that could have been bought in any region. He decided he wanted someone stronger taking the helm of those idiots and I seemed a viable candidate. I accepted and the wraps on my knees were from ten of the ANBU attempting to force me to bow to the Hokage. They resorted to slicing at my inner knees.” He had a proud look on his face as the smile returned.
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Akaxam continued to walk down the stony road, careful of tapping her claws with the beat of the humanistic illusion. She felt her tail waving back and forth and a slight tap against it, the real one. She hadn’t realized she’d knocked someone over as she continued her trail. The being, luckily, couldn’t see what had hit it, getting up and resuming on their way. She carefully raised her tail so such wouldn’t happen again, making sure the illusion’s tail remained down and always slightly curled around her in its constant sway. Her eyes focused in on a shimmer caught in the corner of her eye, there was another mirror, just tossed out of a house.
She halted and turne the illusion to face the mirror, her lithe neck turning as the lunar eyes gazed upon the discarded mirror in the alley. She lifted her legs to allow others to pass as if nothing was there, the smell of their blood as they neared allowing her to do so. The yellow eyes of the illusion narrowed as her true azure eyes did the same, the body turning to go towards the mirror, the illusion weaving through the people as she truely stepped around them carefully. She then made it to the quiet alley, wings tucked in close as she put her body down and wrapped her tail in under herself so it did not stick out into the street. She looked in upon the mirror and saw a rather innocent houseing. She saw a small child demanding to be up as her brunette mother picked up the child. The father had just come home from what she assumed was work. He was wearing a suit of some sorts and an odd hat, it reminded her of some sort of lawyer or something. She stuck her nose through the mirror and took a deep whiff before pulling it back in. He didn’t smell like work, he smelled like alcohol, heroine, and sex. Beyond that, there was really nothing wrong with his blood and she’d never tasted either of the two before, peeking her curiousity.
She begun to make herself appear through the mirror as if a gorgeous woman. The human illusion made sure to be very blonde, the horns gone from the image and gorgeous makeup. She made the eyes a startling blue and a nude form with large breasts to beckon to him. He looked up from hugging his family and he seemed to send them out to the car as he approached the mirror. She allowed the illusion to begin to play with the breasts, the human form pulling him in. He walked close to the mirror, checking out the gorgeous female and leaning in. She knew she’d have to move fast, jabbing her claw through the mirror and grabbing him around the throat as she pulled him in.
As his body got pulled the whole way through, a dark figure flew at her true neck and grabbed a hold of it. This resulted in her flinging the human into the street. She turned her head from side to side in an attempt to get this being from her throat, her true form being revealed to all as her scales shined purple in the darkness. Her luminescant eyes tried to lock onto what had hold of her, wings wrapping over the buildings around her to throw herself backwards into the street. Her neck hit the ground with the cloaked being hitting first. She then rolled to feel they had let go and she stood up. She opened her mouth and looked to see the human had died on impact and his precious blood was being wasted. She whipped her head around to the being that had stopped her and hissed out, “How dare you stop me from hunting!”
The figure stood up and brushed themselves off as a voice said, “That mirror came from my house, it used to be my hunting ground but I threw it out. They are still marked.”
She growled at them and spread her wings out with a roar that shook the ground, it had a low bellowing pitch with a higher pitch marked on top of it and though it did no damage, some had to cover their ears from the sheer volume she put behind it. She then hissed out to the figure, “They are no longer yours if you throw them away. You deemed them unfit to hunt and I deemed them just fine to hunt so they are mine now!”
The two began to circle one another, the others gathering around the edge of the circle preparing to watch the fight.Akaxam’s eyes remained focused on the male as some of the black flames began to lick out from between blackened teeth. The figure seemed to want to pause as he said, “Aren’t you noble? You should know better.”
“Fuck nobility,” Akaxam spoke before shooting her black flames at him. He didn’t have the time to move and the black fire caught on to him as his clothes were nearly gone in an instant as he got onto the ground and rolled around trying to put it out. The flesh that was barely visable through the flames bubbled and the corpse burst from the cooking. Some splatted on her and the rest was everywhere else, some of the others caught aflame but she would put them out with her control of the mighty blaze. She then sat and looked at the bloody human corpse that was now slightly charcoaled but the good blood was all dry by now. She sighed and licked with a long black tongue some of the splatted corpse from her face. She knew he’d get back up eventually and be very pissed. -
A soft clack would tap against a stone road, claw or heel it was indistinguishable from another. Movement of silver hair masked the sound of the movement against webbed wings. Azure eyes of lunar luminance hid under their dull yellow mask which held white around it and a black center. A false appearance of the horns that adorned her helm wrap out of her forehead to curl outward where their true curve matched their sleek blackened form. Her light skin tone did hide the blackened scales of her being, the only truth of it shown barely by the false clothing. These ‘clothes’ were skin tight and rather revealing, cupping under the false breasts and curving up to hide where a human’s nipples would be as well as an appearance of black ‘leather’ panties around her hips and crotch. She also appears to wear knee high stiletto heels, this is the masking for her claws. She also had a flesh colored tail swaying behind her five foot eight form. To those who would be able to see her true form, her blackened shoulders reached at least eight feet tall but were no taller than eight and a half feet. Her body was four feet long, three feet wide at the widest, with a four foot neck that is one and a half feet thick, her head was about two feet and a half long and two feet high and wide. Four horns curve from her brow to the top of her head with the longest point reaching a foot along her neck, her cheeks having three curving slightly away and each being three fourths of a foot long. She bore two horns on her nose, curving back along her form at a foot and a half foot respectively. Her scales where black on their base, the light would make them shine blue where the shadows would make them shimmer purple. Her wings were tucked onto her side and her body swayed as it walked, as did her supposed humanistic appearance. The tip of her tail in her true form was furry, with strands reaching an extra foot where her tail was already eight feet long.
Her false form stopped as she passed into an open home, noting that it was unattended for the moment. She stepped in as the wooden floor creaked beneath her form, her true weight being at least a ton. She stepped up to a mirror in the house and witnessed a blonde teenager step up to the other side of the mirror with red lipstick on. The bright red annoyed her. She allowed the mimicking of this teenager for now, mimicking the brushing of hair and even the reapplying of the lipstick. Her hair would lose color as it faded silver as the girl leaned in close and began making duck faces. Akaxam’s hand reached up to the mirror and as it passed through, her fingers were claws and they grasped the human by the throat and as she pulled the screaming broad in, she allowed her form revealed to this one. She smirked as she communed with the shadows of the house and slammed the doors closed. The human cowered in terror as she screamed and backed into a corner. Her voice hissed out of the darkness, “Beg… DO IT!” The human couldn’t get a word out as she let her tears run and her make up smear. Akaxam took a deep sniff and smelled that her heart was racing near an attack, her blood type was A+ and that she had HIV. Disgusting. She reformed before her and grabbed her by the throat and tossed her back through the mirror just for the owner of the house to burst in.
“Were you hunting my prey?” The true one before her growled out at her.
Akaxam shook her illusion head as well as her true self as she said, “You staked claims on the mother, I was after the child but her blood is tainted, beware your feast on the elder.” She began to leave the home and walked back out onto the streets, ignoring the angered yelling behind her as she bit her false lip in wanting of that one’s blood. She could get it another time, she had to keep telling herself this. She kept to herself as she wandered to sniff out something new.