Her pale blue gaze rested upon the person before her, a large man, taller than her by at least a foot. Of course, she never let that stop her. It did not matter how big they were. They had met upon the road to the Kokiri forest. The man was traveling to the woods to grab some wood. He knew well the curse that fell upon those who entered the forest without permission. They had bumped into one another. It was mostly her fault, she knew that. She had her eyes focused on the ground, pacing, when they had their unexpected meeting. The actions that ensued, however, were entirely the mans fault, at least it was according to herself.

"Watch were you're going, you clod." She grumbled darkly to him, not even bothering to look at the man. The newcomer's eyes narrowed. He never took insults lightly. To be quite honest, the man himself was not exactly what one would call a model citizen. He frequently became drunk, got into fights, and harassed people. He was better left alone, much like the small girl blocking his path, but that was pretty much where the similarities ended.

"Is that any way to speak to your betters, girl?" He asked in a condescending tone.

"My betters? The damn man hasn't even been created yet. Now go away." She had no reason to block him. She simply did this to piss people off. It was like a game to her.

"He's standing right in front of you, you little shit, now move aside." The mans voice darkened, reaching an irritated pitch. She could see this, and resisted the urge to scare him off with a sharp-toothed smile.

"I'll move when I want to move. What are your reasons for entering the wood?"
"None of your damn business! Now get out of my way!"
"Right after you tell me what you want." The girl waited for the answer. She did not really need to know what he wanted. This was simply giving her what she wanted: a good reason to attack. The mans face contorted in rage, his thin temper snapping. He reached out, wrapping a large hand around the girls' neck firmly.

"You need a lesson in manners, bitch." He snarled, moving to lift the smaller being off the ground. However, this action was quickly hindered by a sharp pain in his hip. He glanced down, and his eyes widened in horror, his breath catching. What appeared to be a scythe blade was buried in his hip, slowly sinking further. The blade itself was attached to a metallic plated tail, which ran back to the girl he held in front of him. The blade yanked down suddenly, and his scream split the air. It was quickly and efficiently cut off by a well aimed blow to the head, knocking the man out. A look of grim, perverse pleasure crossed the abominations face as she proceeded to lift the man, as if he weighed nothing. Things simply escalated from queer, to horrifyingly strange. Four long, slender, spider like legs erupted from her back, lifting the girl and her cargo with ease. With surprising speed, she darted off into the woods, ready to "play" again.

The mans scream, while short, was still heard by someone. Sharp elfin ears quickly picked up the sound, and with a clatter of hooves, Link was off. He was no idiot. The sound had come from the woods. Years of experience in tracking had taught him to discern where noises originated from. He was by the river, near the pool of water at the beginning of the river, when the ear shattering cry reached him. As he sped towards the woods at a frenzied pace, several thoughts went through his mind. The first one was the great possibility of the mysterious killer being close by. The next to follow was how to bring the twisted killer down. He did not bother to stop and think about this. As he reached the woods, an odor nearly made him topple. The smell of death was thick near here. Coppery blood and decay was obvious. Epona smelled it too, and quickly went into hysterics, rearing and snorting. Link knew he could go no further on horse back, so he tethered the animal to a tree a bit away from the scene, and then proceeded in. It did not take long to find a trail. The ground was crimson, wet with blood. Something wounded had been dragged through. He shuddered as he touched the thick liquid. It was still warm. He wiped his hands off and continued, only to trip on something. Thankfully, he missed the trail of blood. Link got up and glanced back to see what tripped him, and immediately wished that he did not. A corpse, half rotted lay there. The skin was nearly gone on the head, the eyes missing as well. Bare bone shone through the skin, shining in the scant light that filtered though the trees. The mouth was wide open, frozen in a scream. He had seen death before, but nothing ever like this. He stumbled back, forcing back the urge to retch. This murderer had apparently gotten more than just one lately. Bone littered the ground as he moved forward, cracking under his steps, crumbling into dust. Link stopped suddenly. Something else was near by. The sound of metal on metal was close, and another noise accompanied it. He drew closer to the source, being as quite as possible. Soon, with growing disgust, he found out what the other noise was. He had come upon the scene, reaching a ledge in the forest. It overlooked the act before him, like some sort of macabre theater. A man was in the middle, gurgling and thrashing in his death throes. However, it was the thing behind the victim that caused The Hero of Time to want to immediately flee. Something that looked like a teenaged child loomed behind the man. Her hands were on his body, blood trickling onto the black material that made up her gloves. Things that looked like blades were buried deep within the mans chest, slowly tearing the skin back. The blades were attached to the girls arms, the weapons themselves nearly longer than her arm, and curved like a scimitar. Red goggles hid her eyes, making her seem even less human. A large, twisted smile was on her face, baring long, sharp canines. With a grunt, the girl put a black booted foot on the mans back, and tore violently up, ending his existence. Her coat was stained with the mans life blood, the ragged edges near the ground soaked with the stuff. Her skin seemed even paler against the liquid, some blood having spattered on her face. When the victims life was so brutally ended, Link could not help but gasp. The thing must have heard, because her head jerked up suddenly, sniffing like an animal. She turned her head sharply in Links direction, but the Hero had already hidden himself. The smell of blood was far too strong here for her to pick up his scent, and with a last, suspicious glare, she moved off into the woods. Link checked to see of she was gone, and quickly took off into the woods himself. More had to be found out about this creature before he tried to attack. He had no idea what she was, what her weaknesses were, or even her name. This was obviously no simple killer. This was a monster, and it had to be immediately eradicated.