Cleansing the Plague

Saliva pooled in the corner of the female's liver-colored lips as the red witch crept through the otherwise beautiful glade. Her movements were best described as manic and unpredictable. Much time had passed since she last slept, her nights overly plagued with voices of demons. Constricted pupils were but a speck in those piercing turquoise eyes of hers, as they danced about the forest floor. They searched, longed, for a means to silencing the voices. A dark blob, a shadow, appeared out the corner of her vision.

Kerrigan's manic movements came to a slow, drawing her head up from the hunched stature she had been walking in to look around herself. She experienced a tick, her neck twisting and head tilting suddenly. It was then that she saw it. Off in the distance, Kerrigan saw the ethereal presence of another. "Ker..ri..gan" The demon called out to her in a husky voice. The body of the figure was of similar coloration to herself, yet the legs disintegrating into clouds of smoke... This was no normal wolf. And his eyes glowed like that of a fire itself, leaving a light trail with his movements as the figure turned on her and dispersed into the shadows of the trees.

A snarl formed on her lips, anger taking over her as she let out a guttural roar in the direction of where the shadow disappeared. "Leave me be, demon!"