In a snowy forest, a tall woman trudged through the snow. Her pale skin camouflaged her figure within the snow, with her long locks of black hair being the only thing visible in this storm. A ragged dress was the only thing keeping her protected against the elements. Despite that, the cold didn’t bother Eris for all she could feel at this moment was…
Hot. A consuming heat. It festered and grew from the core of her body. “Hot, hot, HOT!” was the only thing coursing through Eris’s mind. The feeling of fire growing inside her, with her body, the kindling. She collapsed among the snow, the cold of her surroundings doing nothing for the burning inside her. Relief was nowhere to be found.
She grit her teeth and pushed through the unrelenting blaze inside. A moment of coherent thought pierced through the heat. The fever-like heat was unnatural. This she knew, yet what could she do when her blood bubbled and boiled like magma in her veins.
Time lost all meaning to Eris. The infernal was consuming her very being. The only thing pushing her body to keep going was the promise of relief. Then she saw a creature, her eyes an unnatural piercing white shone through in this forest of snow and ice. A lone wolf, exiled or what not Eris didn’t care for her molten blood called out for her. Instinctively she knew she found relief. The wolf snarled at her, noticing her presence. A warning to back away perhaps, yet it didn’t matter. She moved with bestial movements, a low figure using her legs and arms to launch herself at the snarling wolf with unnatural strength despite her thin appearance.
The wolf lashed out with clawing strikes that tore at her flesh yet the heat called and pain was meaningless. She pushed past the claws of the wolf and gripped onto the belly of the beast digging into the flesh. A whimper came out of the wolf before it reared its head and bit onto her shoulder. At this point even pain was a refreshing experience compared to the heat, but once more the heat surged within her veins as if exhilarated by the adrenaline she was feeling. And she ripped. Chunks of flesh and gore tore away from the wolf and blood was spilt and sprayed. Contact. The blood with her skin. Relief and pleasure flooded through her system. Pure ecstasy, yet it wasn’t enough the burning wasn’t quenched. The infernal surged back with fury demanding more, more, MORE. Eris buckled under the surge of heat pulsing from within her and once more turned her gaze upon the wolf laying upon the red snow trembling and whimpering and for a moment clarity set in and she felt pity before a surge of burning clouded her mind. Like a starving beast she bit and tore into the debilitated wolf spilling more and more blood until the wolf's heart ceased to beat.
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There she stood in revelry, tipped head to toe in red her rags becoming that much more ragged appearing to the world as if a vengeful phantom manifested itself upon the mortal coil. There the heat died down to a low ember not quite gone but bearable and Eris gained peace of mind once more. Then she crumpled, the realization of reality crashing upon her.
“Gods, was that me?” She murmured. Thoughts of the cursed fever filled her mind.
“I was possessed, surely by that horrid being who brought me here.” She thought to herself. Although deep down she knew that even underneath the influence of that cursed heat, she had enjoyed the bloodshed. The pleasures of blood spilt upon her flesh. The feeling nipped away at her, begging her to do so once more. It was an addiction, slowly forming, but one for sure. And what could she do, cursed by beings beyond her understanding and thrown into an unfamiliar and harsh world. She collapsed fully now into a fetal position and cried. Of her horrid future, of her lost humanity, and of her past now truly gone.