Fall 25th, 511 AV
Gliding through the cool night air afforded the Zith some pleasure. The breathy wind caressed her fur, making it ripple and chilling her deliciously. Dark hair fluttered behind her as she chirped, growled and squeaked to herself, prattling on in her native tongue while following the faint thermals thrown up by the long-set sun.
The night sky was calming her where she had been furious and ready to kill before taking to the sky. Humans had seen her and had thrown rocks at her, drawing lines of blood across her furred form and brusing her underneath the dark coat that gave her some relative warmth. She could feel lthe lines of hot scarlet drying in the air and shivered.
She wanted to go back down and pick those humans up so she could drop them to their deaths below. She wanted to find their children and eat them. She wanted to do so much, yet the people of Sunberth would hunt her down and kill her without mercy for being the monster they wanted her to be.
Shrieking, the creature tucked her wings close to her body and plummeted down towards the pell-mell city, her black eyes narrowing as the stilled air streamed past them, tugging at her wings. If they wanted her to change her mind about observing them, then she would. She would drop down and rip them to shreds in front of their friends and move on to the next human in line.
She spread her wings at the last moment, cracking the cartilege as the air buffered them. She alighted upon one of the flat, square huts the humans called houses and peered around, looking for something to hurt. Inwardly she knew she shouldn't kill someone here. If she died she could not return home with the information she sought.
Her eyes flicked off of the few people stumbling home this late, averting from the blazing windows of taverns and instead seeking a lone human or two. She saw what she sought relatively easy. A human form, cloaked, walking down a street with a sense of purpose not many humans seemed to have these days unless they belonged to one of those human gangs. He was alone, prey. If she killed him and he went missing there was bound to be a search. Rare was it that a man walked a street unharassed alone.
Licking her lips expectantly, the Zith narrowed her black eyes. She adjusted to allow herself to jump at the man and maim him in some way. Was his blood red, too? Red like the blood of the slaves, red like the blood of those scale-skinned creatures the six-armed people were friends with?
With one of her unearthly shrieks, the Zith launched herself off the roof of the house towards the human's back, her wings half extended and ready should she need to reach for altitude if the human pulled a weapon on her.
