Slayer vs. Slayer

Drip.

What have I done?

Drip.

Kyra looked at the scene around her. It was... horrible. The person at her feet was completely dead, and there was no doubt that she was responsible.

"Why..? Why do I always do this?"

Her heart beat fast. The thrill of the hunt that the Beast within loved still pounded in the Flower's chest. Why? Why did it always come to this? Why could she not just be normal? She had come to Lavanitir Port City eight hours prior, just on an errand from Demi. Demi just wanted Kyra to pic up the check from some employers of hers, and since then the shop's assistant had been killed. Killed and eaten, right here in the alleyways of the town. Kyra panted, her breath hot on the air. It was not cold, at least she did not think it was, but she still saw her breath wafting out from her mouth. Her eyes darted back and forth as she looked at the bloody scene around her. She had to hide. Yes, this was a beast. That was the story. She had to go with that.

Her mouth dripped blood as her heightened senses picked up the steps of someone coming upon the alleyway. She did not have time to think. The Beast did not have time to come to fruition. It was fight or flight, and Kyra chose fight.

"Carnivore God's Bellow!" she roared out, spinning behind her and encompassing the entire opening to the alleyway behind her, not caring who it was that was watching. She quickly turned back around and sprinted off, pulling her hood over her head and making her way towards anywhere that was away from here. She just needed to escape. She could not be caught. Though she wanted to, she could not. Why? Why did this always happen to her?