"Such a quaint little town" The girl murmured to herself, silver eyes scanning the tiny town on the horizon. Those eyes however held nothing that a fifteen year old girl's eyes should ever hold, they held madness and blood lust pure and simple. The eyes of madness, she'd heard them called, the eyes of someone who should not walk the planet without something to restrain her. They weren't talking once she was done though, they couldn't talk once she was done.
A chilling laugh left her throat at the memory, the red fluid dripping down her lips and chin, the slow descent of a bead of sanguine along her hand, her chest, her cheeks, those smiling cheeks. She laughed again, the loud laugh of a madman, one who didn't have a care in anything anymore. "So sad that it will have to go" She murmured, attention once again on the town and then flared out one other thing that marked her out as an outsider. The pair of golden wings on her back shot out to their full extension of thirty foot each and started to flap gently. "Time to go~" She sang and then ran forwards and took flight.
Amanai was her name, the winged madgirl's name and she cast not only a physical shadow from her wings but a shadow of fear for as she flew, birds crashed into one another and rabbit burrows suddenly collapsed and fell into themselves. Amanai never even realised this was happening as that was how one of her powers worked, not that she even cared to be honest, it just meant more death for the small, psychotic girl.
The metaphysical shadow and the physical one fell over the town at the same time, the townspeople looked up and shielded their eyes from the glare of the sun. One of the people who done so was a grown man of around twenty and he thought he saw a flash of gold before he saw nothing, his head rolling along the ground and Amanai standing on his chest that lay flat on the ground, a grin spreading over her lips as blood spurted over the ground. "Silly man, you shouldn't look at the sky, look at the ground and don't struggle" She giggled and looked around to the other people, who were all watching her. "Boo!" She snarled and they ran from the girl coated in blood.
Of course, Amanai wouldn't let them get away, she gave chase and darted forwards, grabbing a young woman by the hair while a blade slid out of Amanai's palm, made of a shimmering metal before it was drowned by blood when the full length, all two feet of ir, was rammed through the woman's chest, bursting her heart and then sliding out of the front. Amanai let go of her and then flapped her wings, propelling her at a man who drew a sword. He wasn't quick enough however, he learned as Amanai's blade bone rammed through his eye and stopped abruptly.
Silver eyes swept the town, the fleeing peoples and the blood coating the floor. It would be a good day of killing, such a good day. "What do we do with a drunken whaler, what do we do with a drunken whaler, what do we do with a drunken whaler, early in the morning?" She sang to herself, a chilling, dark melody coming from the girl's mouth. She was waiting, to see if anyone would come and try to stop her, she was bored of everyone being so easy to kill.