Paws crunched dead leaves and frosted ground as they none too carefully carried the Mexican fae away from the gathering in the forest. The recent events had been too much for her, and her only chance at escaping them was through hunting. The situation was far from ideal, but it was better than nothing. The world was spinning before her grey eyes; she felt it very hard to keep her balance. Still, Crise pushed on. Her heart pounded within her chest, the adrenaline surge forcing her to pant. Though the air was chilly, she didn't feel it. Her entire body felt hot, feverish. Everything was literally spinning out of control and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was too worked up to try and calm down. The worst was just around the corner.
As the Drarynough came into view, her sloppy pace only increase. Maybe a nice, cold, refreshing drink would do her some good. Unfortunately, racing to the water's edge was not a smart idea. Darkness began to cloud her vision, creeping up on her as if a suffocating sack was being placed over her head. She was completely oblivious to the presence of everyone else, desperately fighting to remain conscious. Thus, she did not spy the form of a young femme bending her head down for a drink. She was too far gone to be able to spot the unfortunate trespasser that had wandered into the wrong lands at the wrong time.
Mind finally going completely blank, Crise was lost to herself. She was no longer self aware. She didn't know who she was or what she was doing. It was as if someone else was in control of her body. Pace slowing, she looked at her surrounding with new eyes. That's when she spotted the stranger, too young and weak to properly defend herself. A low snarl rumbled up from within her throat, alerting Adnessa to her presence. Exodus hated trespassers, and he had instructed her to hunt... Not that the Mexican remembered such things at this moment. All Crise knew was that some little brat was about to meet with the wrong end of her sociopathic mind.
The pup looked up, terror in her eyes as Crise advanced upon her. She was so innocent, so confused, and at such a complete loss at what to do that for once her voice scared her. The sight of Crise's bared fangs and deadly eyes had shocked her into silence. The loudmouthed, annoying little pup was frozen and useless, resigned to her death out of sheer ignorance for the world. Twenty feet, ten feet. The gap between them was steadily decreasing and still Dnes did not run. She just stood there, shocked and waiting for the inevitable.
A wicked cackle fell from Crise's maw as she advanced no more. This was too easy. Her prey would not run, would not put up a fight. The runt was in complete control of this situation even though she had no control over herself. Without warning she lunged forwards, sinking fangs into the soft flesh of the statue's neck. Blood pooled in her mouth as she shook her head violently, tearing flesh as if it were paper and only sinking her fangs further into the young pup's neck. With a twist of her body, she rammed herself into the unfortunate creature, pinning Adnessa to the ground. She was met with no resistance, her frenzied state too much for the paralyzed child. Releasing her fangs but for a moment, Crise again bit into the tender flesh. This time her bite was fatal. Dnes began a scream, only to have it silenced within seconds. The Mexican had torn the young femme's jugular, and with it removed the pups soul from her body.
Panting heavily, Crise removed herself from the freshly bleeding corpse. She felt no need to watch the life slip away from Dnessa's eyes. Stained in the blood of an innocent, chances are it would be a while before she remembered what she'd just done anyways. Instead, again her world began to spin. The darkness was back, suffocating her with a new vengeance. She had barely made it a few feet from her kill before she too collapsed upon the ground. In the clearing of the Drarynough lay too blood stained femmes. One was destined to never rise again. The other... The other was sentenced to a life of eternal self-loathing. First her sister, then her mate. Now Crise had just added the life of an innocent to her list of sins. Upon waking, she would eventually remember the wrong she'd just committed. Again she would be filled with the desire to take her own life, the only sacrifice she could make that would be great enough to clear her of her wrong doings. For now, however, she lay unconscious, helpless, in a rare moment of bliss that would soon be shattered upon her discovery.
