The Vampire woman was quite smart. She told Jyriah that she would be back as soon as possible, but really she was just going to get a nice little deal for him.
If she could talk Metas into giving her some super special hunting permissions, she'd never be hungry again.
Who would have thought that werewolves would be so easy to break? It was a good thing she was an abomination, otherwise tricking the once strong male into a sopping mess made her grin delightfully. With the blessing of Protean blood, she had the ability to shift shapes at will - and she used it for devious little things.
Lyrica smiled wickedly as she chuckled to herself. Jyriah had been the perfect plaything. Unlike the others, he actually showed a little bit of a soul. Most of the werewolves she caged would fight her tooth and nail.
This one played dolls with her, and was nice to be around. Had she not had Gorgon blood and pieces in her construction, she would have stayed out there with him for a little longer to coax him into trusting her.
She had read in some human books about psychology that if you treated your hostage kindly, and even found something to bond with them over, they tended to want to stay with their captors.
Having a werewolf friend was quite tickling to think about. They could have fun adventures together and he could protect her like this movie about a dog named Charlie who protected a little girl named Anne-Marie.
Lyrica didn't get why the werewolves hated the humans so much. They actually had a lot of cool stuff that was harmless. If they'd only watch a film or two, they'd see the value in the projectors and equipment they left behind.
Whatever. She didn't care /that/ much. Who cared if some stubborn dogs refused to look outside of their little hate-box? More films for her to enjoy, really.
She circled around the area where Metas and his inner circle came out of every night. Lyrica had seen them there for a long time, and merely watched out of curiosity. Plus, eating any of them when they were together was a no-go. They'd kill her quickly.
She sort of felt bad, because oddly, Lyrica had ended up liking Jyriah, too. He was a kind and soft person who didn't gasp at her face, and he was pretty cute...too cute...
He had a mate, though - and even if he was somehow freed from said mate, he wouldn't go for her kind. Pah. It would just have to be a nice daydream until she got bored of it, and then she'd replace it with another.
Her current shape was quite lovely, and the one she usually presented. However, she tended to hide most of her face behind her long, white hair. Jyriah probably hadn't even noticed the same hideous scars on her face, and with one eye covered, he'd be hard-pressed to put anything together without seeing the mismatched eyes she bore.
I mean, who could tell a tiny girl-shape from an adult one, anyway? If he did catch on, she had another plan to get what she was after. That box they thought had nothing in it? It was filled with weapons and tools made of orichalcum.
Werewolves were too 'pure' of the earth to see something so unnatural. It was a metal of pure, concentrated magic that held properties unlike anything available on earth. There was a way they could see them though, but Lyrica was only going to reveal that secret should Jyriah put two and two together.
Whatever. Her plan was flawless (in her opinion, anyway). Either way she was going to get that permit to hunt. She was positively starving and wanted to eat the first thing that came her way.
That first thing was unfortunately Cassandra. A gorgeous brown wolf with a white muzzle and stripe that ran in between her eyes. Her underbelly was also a beautiful white, as were the insides of her ears, and the underside of her tail.
While Lyrica did find her coat lovely, she looked far more tasty than anything else.
"I could just get a quick snack...I mean, how would Metas know?" Lyrica wondered out loud softly as she tapped her chin.
Her voice turned inward as she floated in the air and followed the wolf as it ran aimlessly.
'It's running so fast, too - which means the muscles would be extra juicy....ooooh I'm tempted. Just a light snack truly wouldn't hurt, right? I mean... she's not apart of Metas' pack, is she? I've never seen her before, so I doubt it...'
Cassandra was so busy trying to pick up a scent, that there was no way she could even possibly sense Lyrica as she 'leered' down on the running wolf.
The abomination couldn't help but lick her lips as they dripped with saliva. Ooooh, if only she could taste just a liiiiittle bit of that tender, sweet muscle.
'You're a little pudgy, too. Damn you, wolf. Stop being so tempting - you could possibly ruin my plans if I ate you and Metas came out to see...' Lyrica pondered as she whizzed in and out if trees in her way, just as Cassandra did with each directional change she took.
Had it been some kind of game - then Lyrica was about to win the grand prize as she started to swoop lower and lower towards the tempting prey whose rapid breaths rang in her ears like hollow calls in an open atrium.
'It's just a small snack. What if I don't eat her entirely, and just... suck a little bit of her blood, and let her go? ...Wait, she'd identify me..." the abomination seemed to be made out of parts, but a heart was not apart of her anatomy.
She didn't care who this wolf was, or what her life story could be - she didn't care at all that she might be important, or filled with secret information that needed to be spilled. All Lyrica cared about was filling her empty, growling, angry stomach.
If she could just give her abdominal organ something to chew on for a little until she could eat a real meal, but part of her also knew if she started to feed, there would be no way to stop.
Once more she found herself at a road of many choices, and just one wrong move would spoil her chances at being able to live in this side of the woods comfortably.
Food today meant an empty stomach tomorrow...and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Holding back her back instincts had never been a strong point for Lyrica.
Everything inside of her screamed to feed the desire to squelch her hunger. She even thought about how tasty and warm the blood would be, especially after the creature had been running. Satan, did they taste so good after running... So so good...
Once more she licked her lips and lowered her speed as she readied herself to latch onto the brown and white wolf. She even extended her Whight-like claws that seemed to grow easily from her fingertips.
Yes, Lyrica was ready to capture her prize like a possessed claw-game robot needing to fill its flimsy hands with the treasure one deserved.