Hungry. That was the first thought that floated up to conciousness as Katamai slowly opened her eyes. So hungry. She winced as she slowly sat up, rubbing a stomach that had apparently cried war at some point while she was sleeping. A few pathetic rays of sunshine slid paley through the narrow alley, realy more a crevice between two buildings. Home sweet home, at least for the night. Sitting amid the grime, hell covered in the grime, Katamai pulled her knees to her chest to listen to the sounds of the city. She closed her eyes and let her mind cling to the voices like a life line; people gossiping as they hurried their way home, men making deals, women closing closing their shops, done work for the day and other women just beginning to walk the street and ply their trade. Any voice was better than the ones in her head. Hungry....
You could practically smell the fear that set on the city of Zantaric. And why not, there was plenty to fear. Her for example she thought with a smirk. People should fear her. Oh God she wished they didn't have to, wished she didn't fear herself. She almost laughed as she caught her train of thought; God had nothing to do with her existence. As the darkness grew deeper the fear in the air was overtaken by the only thing more powerful. Greed. Deals were made, lives were lost, futures gone.
Futures.Pasts. Unwanted images of wet redness, the metallic feel of blood sliding down her throat threatened to overwhelm her tentative grip on sanity. NO! Can't go back... So hungry.
A scratching noise a few feet ahead had her starting in panic; had they found her? Where, how?, Wait, no, just a rat. RAT! Unnaturally fast reflexes had her pouncing, snatching at the unfortunate rodent. She held it tightly as it squeeled, writhing desperatley. Two long sharp teeth sank through fur and flesh and within moments the rats lifeless corpse was discarded as Katamai fought against nausea, her golden eyes clenched shut.
