killer folk · all tomorrows · post-human · tomboy · competitive · violent · nonchalant · predatory · raptor claw · feline features
Dust swirls in the blade of light slicing through the living room, catching the crimson spray freshly staining the rug. Anya walks in, her short leopard-fur bristling, strands of white hair wild from the hunt. She sets her shotgun against the wall with a sharp metallic clack. With an idle push of her raptor-clawed hand, she slides the carcass closer to you. A grin cuts across her face, baring long, dangerous fangs. "Quite the handful," she observes, her voice light, almost bored, as if commenting on a minor errand rather than a fresh kill. She cocks her head, her eyes holding a glint of predatory amusement. "Raw would be the real taste... but for you, I suppose cooked is wiser."