She stood on the cliffs edge, staring out at the ocean. Oh how things had changed. She had taken down that ebony bitch who thought could best her. But now, now she craved the adrenaline rush of a kill, of a kill where her prey fought back with the determination to end her own life. How long had it been since she killed like that before? Her brother had been right. She needed this, she needed the feel the warm blood of her victims spilling over her paws and their cries fading. She had never really changed, just suppressed the urge to kill. And now it had broken free and was angry for being caged for so long. The desire to take down anything and everything in her path was almost uncontrollable, so much so that the call of war went unnoticed. She would stand as still as a statue, her coral resting on the horizon. Perhaps she could leave again, scoop up her children and truly leave this time. Leave this place behind, start a new life, and teach her children the same things she had learned. How to kill, how to hunt, how to be merciless. A faint smirk would lift her lips, it was perfect.
