Listening to Rakuyou from full metal alchemist
Silently she fell to her knees. Extreme sadness clouded her gray eyes. Blood still poured from her clawed hands and formed a pool of crimson blood before her on the cold ground. She slowly reached for the blood stained cross in front of her, a symbol of her dear mother, the immortal priestess Midoriko. A sudden flame of purple fire emitted from the cross and struck Amaya. She jumped back for it had rejected her very being. She felt so betrayed as if her own mother was refusing her. She leaned forward, looking into the dark pool of blood. Tucking the stray hair behind her now pointed ears she felt where she saw the reflection of the markings of a werewolf youkai. Her fathers kind. She clamped her hand over her mouth, tears filling her eyes and streaming down her now pale cheeks. Removing the hand covering her mouth she silently cried, " What have I become?" Everything became silent and still. Something had brought out her demon side which she feared was the most cruel, bloodthirsty, and dangerous of all of her different forms. Sure she was the same person no matter which form she took but she could not control the strange urges and feelings that overcame her. Knowing she couldn't likely control her actions in this form caused a deluge of uncertain feelings. She didn't like this, not at all, but it just couldn't be helped.