Day 33, Fall Season, 511 AV
Clouds up in the sky obscured the light that would normally strike down from the moon and stars, giving the night an exceptionally dark feel this evening. The streets were quiet and the taverns lively. Alcohol and cheers were tossed around and consumed by the many patrons who enjoyed their time off of work. The people out in the roads were only there for a moment before disappearing behind doors. Sunberth appeared to be a very ideal hunting ground.
A Zith woman stood atop one of the taller buildings, staring out into the streets by a local tavern. The blue fur against the night sky caused the woman to be practically invisible. Her wings remained pulled about her as well, making her form even harder to see as it was black on black almost. Unfortunately, however, it was not a night to simply stand and watch the world around her. If it were an ordinary night like that, she would simply follow an interesting looking member of this delight little lawless society, but instead she had another feeling that must be quenched... Or for a more precise term... must be fed. After a shady dealing, she had acquired a house from a man who had "never spoken to her". She was free to move about at any time and go anywhere. Her new found freedom could allow her to do anything she wished, and yet, here she was.
Finesse, as a predator looking to kill her had once labeled her skills, was out in the night hunting for food. True, an establishment would potentially feed her anything she wanted, since she had found herself with a moderate amount of money, but the problem was she was more than likely more afraid to be in one of said establishments than the owner would be to have her. Instead, she chose to hunt the old fashioned way. She would wait for her proper target. In the circumstances that had been dealt, the tavern she waited outside of was only a stone's throw away from her small cottage. The noise woke her up early in the night, but it wasn't like she normally wouldn't be up from her nightmares. The tired Zith woman recognized just how far she could push herself in the current state of tired that she was in. While waiting for her quarry to show, Finesse decided that the next day, she would sleep the entire night as well as day. Hopefully she wouldn't be as fatigued for the day after.
Waiting may have paid off, she thought while lowering her athletic frame closer to the rooftop. A large man stumbled out of the bar, laughing up a storm, waving his hand behind him, dismissing the comments of the other patrons. In his drunken stupor, he waddled down the road, getting further and further from safety, and closer into the net of the woman on the rooftops fishing for flesh. The alcohol poisoned man strolled over to the corner of two buildings, and headed down the dark alleyway. He paused for a moment to inhale deeply and come to his senses to send himself home. The blue furred woman intersected him swiftly, throwing her weight down onto his head. She drove the skull to the ground with a loud snap. The huffing and muffled laughter of the man was halted quickly, as the heat drained from the body of the well booze filled man.
Finesse now had her food, but found herself in a new dilemma. She had a large body that was bigger than her, and certainly heavier than what she intended to be dragging back to her house. On the bright side, she didn't have to deal with any blood trails. She pulled the body up, and slung an arm over her shoulder and started to pull him off towards her cottage. Her powerful ears picked up on some movement that worried her. Quickly, she thought out a plan to deceive any onlookers who might see her. She pulled the body into an alley and propped it up to look like the corpse was trying to seduce the woman. The other passed them and didn't notice at all. This was good.
It was a good distance until she reached her cottage, and several dodges from passing people, and almost half an hour passed. The time and effort almost felt not worth it. She cracked the door open and pulled the dead man inside into the main room, and proceeded to undress it to tear it apart for consumption. Some of the meats would be cooked, some would be raw. The clothing was of no interest to her, so she simply tossed it into the small fire place as fuel, save for the leather belt. She clipped that tightly around her own waist. It dropped to her hips due to the size difference, but stayed up after that. She made it a point to keep a token to remind her of each kill. The belt would act both as the token and as a useful piece for further token gathering.
[i]Dinner time,[/] thought the Zith before she started to take bites out of the salty flesh of the dead man. It had been a few days since she had any type of real food. She managed to snag a bird once or twice, but hadn't had anything of real substance. Tonight was a wonderful night for her, as she finished off the portion of this meal that was to be eaten raw. She struck up a fire in the fireplace, and readied a cooking pot. The woman took a small cloth and wiped her mouth.
The rest of the night was spent consuming the results of the night's hunt. The morning had started to crawl in, as the sun peaked up over the horizon. The blue furred Zith cleaned up the last remaining signs of her night, and curled up on the bed to sleep.