The beast hungered and wanted to get out; it wanted to hunt. But she kept an iron lid on it. But that wasn’t the point of the exercise today; no it was to work that muscle that she barely had used in all her life. That ability that she up until recently had no idea that she had access to. Gritting her teeth as she heard her name spoken and a few of the other contenders noted that she wasn’t wearing any of her normal gear.
No hunter’s coat, no mask, no Yoru gracing her back. No this time around she felt that all she should rely on was the beast inside of her. To hone it on the field of battle. Those that signed up at this level often knew that this could turn deadly and she even got a few snickers as all she was wearing was some basic clothing. One even joked, asking her if she came here to die.
Her icy eyes slid and met his; the man flinching and backing away from her. The coldness was so deep that it was hard to remember just how warm those eyes could be. The woman stepped onto the field with the rest of them; some laughing and joking about things while she simply started to adjust the wraps on her arms. It hurt to do what she was about to do but… The woman needed this. She needed the practice. People would judge her but she also knew that people would grow more and more re-assured the longer she came here. She knew that the others before had used this to feast or make new pack members.
But she was using this to further her ability to fight those that dwelled in the dark. The distant droning of the announcer annoyed her and she’d cast a look at the fat man sitting in a shaded ‘throne’ practically cackling into the mic. Her eyes grew somewhat distant and she’d glance to one of the fighters nearest her.
There was the soft re-assurance that if someone was to be killed that no one would be held accountable and the next of kin would be notified. Lucretia’s eyes eventually slid to the reigning champion and she felt that beast stirring again. It wanted out and it wanted to hunt. But she kicked it down again; striding over to the man who held the title with an air of certainty that was hard to refuse.
”Today is your last day as champion. I hope you know that.”
The man laughed and hefted his sword over his shoulder; just one of those standard iron swords you could get anywhere now days. Some of the others around her laughed along with him. Her face broke in a smile and she’d tilt her head one direction; her eyes closing and a ruthless chuckle working it’s way out of her lips. She said something but the roar of the audience drowned it out; the man jerking his head to one side as the announcer practically screamed ‘go’ for the fight to commence.
”Forgive me for what I must do…”
No one heard her save for those practically right next to her. The woman growled as she felt the beast crawling up her throat and the murderous intent practically rolled off of her body time and time again. There was already fighting but the champion in front of her eye’s widened as Lucretia’s body hiked once; many had seen the beast she had fought before...
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