(Seasonal)These dark desires

The woman had been keeping to herself for the past weeks, just because she didn't feel like going out much. She had her own things to do, her own ambitions and everyone should already be aware of her solitary habits, of her preference for working alone. It was just how she grew up to be, they all turned their backs on her as youth, so why couldn't she turn it on them as well? Why did she have to be by them when none did? And despite how they tried to approach her, the damage was long ago done, it was now her nature, a nature she didn't want to part from. Accept it or leave it, those were the options she gave. And if it ended up being the later she didn't have any reasons to stay.

Large paws carried the woman by the Lake’s edge, nose to the soil as she wanted to track something that some minutes ago had taken her attention from whatever she was up to then. Tail rose over their back as she found herself focused, deadly fixated on the target. Blood, it was a wounded victim. The suffering of others was a win for her, the misery of one always became the delight for the Mendacium.

The wind crossed hard through the fields, the crickets already singing, announcing the soon to come night. All beside that was quiet, quiet until whimpers of pain echoed. Eyes of purple and pink narrowed as she began to follow the noise, conveniently matching the trail of blood. Whatever it was, she would kill it, she was already too much into her killing desire to stop, to avoid it.

WC- 281/1500

"The talking"