Her hands feel warm as she walks out of the cabin, the smell of burning wood and cooking meat is faint against the alluring scent of what she's just taken.
The taste of it is still on her tongue, her hands are dripping from it.
She doesn't linger, doesn't feel the need to guard her kill so she walks away. Without regret. And maybe she should feel guilty for what has just happened but she doesn't.
The burning in her throat has subsided and the smell that lingers on her skin gives her a sense of comfort that she hasn't ever felt before. It's strange but she doesn't think about it too much.
The ground is damp and there is a smell of rain in the air carried by a weak breeze. The sky has darkened with clouds and she can see which way the storm is coming from.
After a long moment of nothing but the forests in front of her and a disaster behind her, she starts walking. Letting her eyes glance at the things that are so much clearer than before, the minute details that she shouldn't be able to see but can.
She listens to the sound of the forest, the animals that scurry below, the predators that hide and stalk. A flutter of feathers as a bird shakes itself, a soft brush of fur as a fox runs through a field of tall grass, the first sound of rain falling.
Another step and she's running, not being too keen on being under rain.
She runs, no destination in mind, no clue where she's going. The landscape is a blur as she runs without so much as a sound.
Trees and grass are blurred greens, open fields and clearings are short in comparison to the view when walking.
She doesn't stop, the breeze against her skin feels nice. The smell of flowers and grass mix with the dirt and blood that clings to her.
The clouds have darkened, a deep grey that indicates the rain won't stop where it started. The sun is hidden and the sky shows the same as the clouds.
She ignores the questions that keep repeating in her mind. Where is she? How did she get here? Why is she here in the first place? What happened?
All valid questions but with no answers, so she doesn't linger on it. Maybe soon she'll find out what's going on. Why all of this has happened.
But right now, she's just going to run.
And run she does, without direction. Until an echo of a sound catches her attention and she can't stop the pull it has on her, the instinctual need to take what's calling for her. So she follows it, the subtle ache turns into an irritating and unbearable burn the closer she gets.
Soon crimson soaks her clothes, warms her skin and she feels satiety. There was no mercy in her movements, no hesitation as she tore through flesh like paper. The only thing on her mind was a demand to take until there was nothing left.
She remembers the sight that greeted her, a deep blue tent sitting by a quiet campfire, flames all but gone. She didn't even think twice before shredding the too thin material of the tent and was a nightmare come true.
The night sky is freckled with stars when she looks up, remnants of clouds try and hold together but fail. The moon moves against the darkness at a crawl, a sliver of light that barely touches the land but tries nonetheless.
She can still hear the echo of the heartbeat from her last stop, still feel the heat as she took whatever she could. Needing to quench the burning that demands for more.
Her tongue runs over the bottom of her front teeth as she scans the layout around her. Trees stand tall all around her, rustles come from the darkness but she doesn't feel scared. She doesn't need to be scared.
The stars burn bright as they look down, a trick of the light makes it seem like they twinkle.
She's in the middle of nowhere, nature all around and a small part of her wants to stop and look. Take in what she couldn't before, the things she's glossed over.
But despite her want and curiosity she doesn't. She won't.
She doesn't want to know where the owls go when the sun goes down, she doesn't want to see the path the wind takes a fallen leaf before it can touch the ground, she doesn't want to follow the sounds of birds to see where they hide.
Even though she desperately does, she doesn't.
Because the primal urges that crawl under her skin, the memory of how satisfying it felt to take what she needed the most. The strength in her body that gives no chance of escape, not even a glimmer of hope.
She's not stronger than that of what nature calls her, she can't ignore the need that burns and burns until she cant think past what she's after.
The beast in her wins out, whispering that it's protecting her as long as she follows blindly.
Because if she does her head won't feel like it's splitting from the chatter that makes up the wilderness, her throat won't burn like hot iron only growing in intensity with every second that there is nothing to simmer it down, her jaw won't ache from the need to sink her teeth into something soft and alive.
So she runs again, a blur through the trees as the rain finally catches up with her.
Soon the smell of wet grass and fresh rain overtake her senses as it chases away the lingering scent of taken life along with the feeling of comfort it brought her.
Her eyes darken in frustration with something out of her control. A scowl on her face as rain seeps into the fabric of her clothes and runs down her arms. Dripping off her fingertips onto the ground below.
With a shake of her head that sends drops of rain scattering she tries to ignore how much she wants to follow them, see what happens when they touch the earth.
She does her best to ignore the rain that gleams like falling fragments of crystal. But she can't help that it demands her attention and her eyes have to follow until each drop seems to shatter as it hits already wet ground.
With her sole attention on the falling raindrops, she's distracted from other things around her and where her feet are taking her. So when she finds slight resistance as she hits something before it caves from the sheer force of her speed, sound exploding around her, she's taken by surprise.
Tripping from the unexpected moment and sliding over wet earth until she has to dig her hands into the ground to slow herself down.
Eyes sharp and focused glance up and catch sight of still falling bark, the tree she slammed into no longer standing.
She may glance around to make sure she wasn't caught in her fumble even though she knows she's alone. She may also stay crouched low for a moment in slight embarrassment as she glances back down at hands covered in mud.
With rain still falling and her trying to ignore it once again, she stands and starts walking away from the mess she's made, refusing to even acknowledge that she just demolished a tree.
She walks slow this time, sight unaffected from the downpour as she steers clear of the still proud standing trees, the debris of destruction follows her as the distance grows. Litters her hair and clings to her clothes as if to remind her that even if she ignores what just happened, it can still follow her.