The slow, lumbering thumping of hooves disturbed the midnight rest in the little village, as Kirsten and her band of misfits returned from a rather... unsuccessful hunt. An annoyed Kirsten sat in front of the carriage, the ropes holding the horses dangling idly in her hands. She pondered where to set up camp for tonight, she figured a few kilometers outside of this particular village would do she needed to feed anyway. Her day dreaming was interrupted when a man ran in front of her carriage, almost startled she reeled back her horses, stopping only inches before the man.
''Do you make a habit out of sprinting in front of carriages like an I-''
she slapped her hands on her mouth, as her fangs extended Not now, why now... she thought, eyeing the man who now walked closer to the carriage.
''I'm so sorry miss.. thank you for stopping though.. Have you seen my son?'' he gave placed a drawing of a rather hairy looking lad in her lap, she couldn't help but chuckle beneath her hands before speaking, her voice muffled and annoyed.
''No I haven't, can you leave now I'm way to busy... I'll keep the drawing, in case I see anything.''
The man sighed defeated before nodding and walking off again. Giving a few glances over his shoulder at the peculiar creature he just met. After all, even in a land like this.. Cat-girls were apparently still rare. She sighed, one of her goons sliding up beside her. ''Boss, if you need to drink some b-'' He was interrupted by a fist crashing into his face, sending him skittering across the ground before slamming into a nearby wall. She eyed the bystanders, who were all staring at her in disbelief.
''I...I have a very strong left hand.''
She sighed, not as much at the fact at how stupid an excuse that was. But more at the fact that they even bought it, nodding and returning to their business. She eyed her associate, who had collected himself from the ground and sat back down on the carriage, not speaking a word. She finally removed her hands from her face. Her elongated fangs taunting her goon ''Sorry, you asked for it.'' she muttered, before turning her gaze back forward. Riding the carriage out of the town and down a dirt road only a few meters away from said town.
While her goons set up camp, Kirsten went out to find something or better yet someoneto drink. She had wrapped a scarf around her face to hide her fangs. But she'd have to find someone soon or the blood lust would simply take over. Another sigh, before she used her un-natural strength and grace to launch herself up and over the wall, rather then using the main gate. She landed on a structure a few inches behind it without so much as a noise, being a vampire had many perks. Stealth and strength only scraped the bottom of the barrel of those perks. She coiled her head upward, sniffing. Soon a foul stench of wet dog met her nose Werewolves.. of course..she thought, a wicked grin on her face.
She dashed along the rooftops toward the source of the smell. Few things in life gave her greater joy then biting her natural enemies. Especially considering how those enemies more often then not highly underestimated her. When she entered a clearing in town, she found her price. It seemed her prey had been on the hunt as well, as she found him gnawing on the side of a deer. She smirked before landing on her feet behind the creature. Its ears perked and it began growling as it finally caught wind of her. Without hesitation it charged and so did Kirsten, when the two met however the struggle was over before it began, Kirsten slipped under the hulking beast, before using her feet to launch herself back, her thighs embracing the creatures neck as she spun to get her hands on the ground, using his own brutish charge and her strong legs to send him tumbling across the floor and into a well with a hollow thud.
She perked her ears to see if anyone had heard, but so far.. so good. The beast was already getting back up however.. as was expected of a werewolf. But before long it found itself locked between her thighs once more, this time in a strangle hold. It began whimpering now, knowing full well that the creature holding him down was his species' arch nemesis, she snickered, before bashing his skull with her hand, knocking the beast out cold. When the creature lost consciousness she realized where that man's boy went.. as he changed into an exact copy of the drawing she had been given.
She stood before quite the pickle. This creature knew of what she truly was and hoping that knocking it out wiped its memory was a bit more wishful thinking then she liked. She sighed as her hunger urged her to make decision. She shrugged, why did she always feel the need to help others anyway? she would always be that vile creature of the night to them. Her conscious cleared, she bowed down and sank her fangs into the man's neck. She drank and drank, leaving the poor sod on the verge of death before pulling away from him.
''Maybe now your kind will think twice before messing with mine..''
She muttered the words. Not sure why she said it herself. She after-all was shunned even by her own kind. Just because she was prettier then most of them. Another sigh, such a hassle... she thought to herself before getting back up. At-least her hunger was sated for another few hours or so. But what was she to do in the meantime? Her eyes searched the surrounding area. Her hazy vampire creature allowing her to see through some structures with a moderate amount of effort. When she found a tavern, she clapped excitedly, wrapping her scarf back around her neck wiping the blood from her face. She didn't cover her mouth this time though as her fangs had returned to normal. In this form, they'd be written off catlike fangs anyway.
''Thanks for the meal''
She muttered to the man on the ground. Whether he'd wake up ever again was a question, but she felt bad at the thought of killing him. If he gave away her true identity nobody would believe him anyway. Nobody suspects the cute girl.. nobody ever does. Despite those usually being the vampires. She shook her head, clearing her mind. Strutting down the path and back onto the lively side of town, it was odd how half of this town was dead, save for the plaza just in the center, that seemed to never die down.
She slowly pushed the door of a tavern open, it seemed rather crowded.. but that was how she liked it. How are you supposed to have fun drinking when you've got nobody to share it with? However, she wanted a moment of respite, so she choose a table that was still empty, five open seats remaining. Naturally, the tavern had gone completely silent when she entered, she was used to that by now. Eyes eagerly tracking her tail, her ears.. until the met her blade. Then they instantly looked away again. She snickered as a tavern wench came to her ''What shall it be, my lady?'' she inquired. Kirsten smiled at the woman ''Your best ale, I've got a lot of sorrows to drink away.'' She chuckled, watching the lady walk off. Whom came back surprisingly fast, ale in tow. That was quick... she thought, as the ale was placed in front of her.
She reached down and unfastened the scabbard of her blade, placing it on the table for all to see. She was honestly just curious... who would try to steal it?
