Lightning.

It flickers across her veins, scoring its mark and charring her fur. Soft flesh melts under its venomous touch, leaving red marks all across her body, yet she feels nothing. She might as well be a corpse, with the level of sensitivity that she's prone to. No emotions taint her as she simply stares straight into the fire, her dreams ignited by the flow of electricity over her body. Once, she might have yowled and screamed until someone came to rescue her. But these days, there is no reason to call for help or demand attention, when she is but a ghost herself.