#fledglingphoenixray

The blood which coated the child's body absorbed quickly into her skin, mutant DNA a far more satisfying meal than human, especially when it was as corrupted as that of the ones that she had targeted.

Lashing out as a figure rounded the corner the abomination stopped suddenly. This blood was clean, at least for the most part. Even as the person fell she knew she had made a mistake, harmed someone she should not have.

Gathering the unconscious stranger in her arms was difficult, not due to lack of strength, but merely lack of size. Despite the difficulties thought the child manages, smoothing back the stranger's hair before walking straight into the shadows of the wall.

Emerging in the small home where she lived with her grandmother Kara places her accidental victim on the couch and does her best to bandage the wound hoping that they'd either wake up soon or her grandmother would come home.

Vampire-werewolf rivalries were mostly a thing of the past, but that did not mean that those who has lived through those pasts had forgotten.

The blood moon was the worst for dredging up old memories and with the last hints of a particularly violent change fading from her bones Kara was more on edge than normal.

The ache-filled walk home had finished with her curled up on the couch under a massive blanket with an industrial-sized plate of nachos, letting the cheese chase away images of bloody battles long past.

That was until the door opened and a mere hint of the scent of vampire filled her over-sensitive nose. Panicked eyes turned to the doorway, a slight growl on her lips before she realizes who it was.

It was only now that she found herself gathering her courage and making her way into her friend's apartment, feeling ashamed of herself for being unable to come and speak to her earlier. "Rachel, you here? It's Liz...and I think I’m ready to talk instead of run."

After a little while the young yeti had tired of showing her his alpine jackalope, getting much of his hair braided, and of asking her a billion questions about how she can walk with such tiny feet, so he finally decides that it would be a good idea to ask her what was on his mind, despite what his mother had told him not to do.

“Does it hurt? When she bites you?”

The anxiety rolled off of Kara in waves as she pushes her way past the broken door to the apartment complex, actually sending it into the opposing wall where it shattered into a billion pieces, splinters flying every which way as her eyes glowed the same yellow as her wolf form. She had gotten a frantic call from one of her neighbors a few moments before telling her that hunters had somehow found their apartment building despite the numerous wards that the witches had placed to keep it safe and hidden, and the wolf was worried that people were in there and injured, dying from falling debris from the explosion that had obviously happened or maybe from the hunters themselves.

“RACHEL” She shouts, listening for any reply, hoping that someone could hear her. “ANYONE”