Steam curled from her nostrils, from her cherry lips as she pulled the cloak more firmly about her. Void eyes glittering in the dim light as she moved along the well worn path. it had been several months since her last battle, the itch of bloodshed constantly causing nausea to bubble into her throat- her slender hand shakily pressed over her mouth to keep her from retching.
Seeing the thick trees appear on a ridge far ahead, she quickened her pace- almost crashing through the foliage before slamming her back against a thick trunk. Her fingertips flying to her temples, massaging the throbbing flesh as she squeezed her eyes tightly. Not noticing the transparent figure no more then a few feet away- the shifter made a wheezing sound, internally cursing herself- if only she could live in an uncivilized world, where all she needed to do was stay in her bestial form- hunt, sleep, repeat- but no... She would be made a trophy then, ah... How cruel the gods were.