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The poor cattle were frozen in place. Making concerned noises for someone, anyone, to hear them.
“Aww, come now… You could at least cower in the corner there~”
Calypso was perched on the fence post, huffing audibly as fog escaped her maw, hanging open in the form of a smile. Her glowing eyes providing light other than the moon.
“Eh,” she shrugged, not at all showing a hint of hesitance or remorse for what’s she’s about to do, only glee. “Ah well.”
She pounced at the nearest cow, tackling it down as she raised her head, then clamping down with her jaws.
It screamed, tried to thrash, but it meant precious little. Calypso dined as blood splashed all over her, humming as it cooled her down, as she was finally getting full.
The smell of blood. It splashing onto her. The prey having so much meat, almost tasting the fear it produced throughout its body. Calypso’s new senses very much enjoyed the itch finally being scratched.
It was a number of minutes, ending with her making an impressive dent into the livestock. Reeling her head back, dragging her tongue to clean her sharp fangs, she chuckled at her craft…
And the “itch” instantaneously returned. As if nothing happened.
She blinked in confusion, raising her blood-soaked claws as she licked at them. Frowning after she’d cleaned him.
“…Huh. I thought that would be enough…”
Calypso rose to her feet, placing a hand on her exposed midriff. “It’s funny… I feel full on some level. Just… Not the way I wanted? This should be it, right…? Feeding from bloody, still warm flesh… That feels right, actually… Do I have to eat all of them? Or do I have multiple stomachs now? That’d be--”
Expression tightened in a moment, as she caught the airy wisps that floated into her eyeline.
Looking down at the source, her magenta eyebrows rose in surprise.
As she looked at her arm then at her chest and finally down her body, the traces of blood evaporated from her pink skin, burning up into the air. She became clean within moments.
“Aaaaaaw man…” Calypso sounded like a child. “I was looking forward to licking all of that off—”
A thought donned on her, and she raised her arm up to her nose and took a series of sniffs.
“Ah, okay, I still reek of blood—I can live with this now…”
Her black eyes glanced down at the cow, as it made pained noises as the energies left its body. Calypso cooed as she squatted down.
“There there,” she grinned as she brandished her claws. Wiggling them against each other to make a pleasant sharpening sound. Despite trying to sound somewhat sincere, her overtly smug smirk said not only more, but otherwise. “I’ll put you out of your misery~ Maybe you and Alice can be best friends in the great beyond—be better than I was, at least~”
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It was meant to be a simple swipe.
She blinked, felt a gush of blood slap her face like a whip and then witnessed the cow’s head soar into the back of the barn, causing the others to make startled noises but still unable to move.
“THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME SLITING YOUR THROAT, BUT THAT STILL WORKS, I GUESS?” Calypso laughed in disbelief. It took her a while to stop doing so.
She stopped to lick her claws again, wrapping her long tongue around each finger. Truly savoring the flavor to confirm her suspicions, her eyes narrowing.
She snapped onto all fours, turning herself around as if she were a cat. “Yeah. Bland. Super bland. I’ve already had cow my whole life—just not fresh. Need a challenge. Driven by fear, but--Something tasty and fights back, but runs because I’m better. Something satisfying. But what? Where…?”
Once it donned on her, she did nothing but break out into a manic smile.
“Human.”
It was so simple, she was shaking her head laughing at how she didn’t think of it before. Besides her mind being overwhelmed by these other senses, pain, and hunger.
She was about to embark until she felt a tear streak down her cheek. Turning into steam before trailing further, before she could even see it for herself. She sighed at herself.
“There you go butting in again, conscience~” Calypso berated herself. “I’m not human anymore, I’ve transformed into a monster. Possibly forever—which, yay! Soooo, it’s not amoral if morals can’t work on me anym—ooooh, how low, to make that ping of guilt hurt… Fine. When we get to the town, we can find a criminal—no, someone who deals with sex trafficking! I kill them, chop them into pieces, and I try a bite one by one to see if it works! Dealing out justice and clearing out the sstreetz!”
A claw was placed on her cheek as she giggled helplessly, her palm feeling the excess saliva. “Oh—hrrffph—god, I’m drooling—honestly drooling at the thought. See? It’s perfect! I have to do that now, since yesterday, and the night’s still young~!”
She aimed for and jumped back up to the fence post effortlessly. Humming as she shivered at her own display of power and ability, looking out to the forest miles away.
Huffing from her nose, she leapt and touched down on the dirt road, making a sprint down the path as she laughs uproariously.
She couldn’t believe the speeds that she was going in. She almost wished that a car came by, so she could judge if she could outrun it or not. But that would end the hunt, and that’d be boring for her.
But Calypso did start to noticeably slow, forcing her onto her hands and feet again as she kicked up the ground. The “itch” started to become painful, almost gnawing at her, but it was a necessary evil.
Once she’s made to the forest’s entrance, she cooed in excitement for what she was seeing.
Well, it was the fact that she could see. It’s the dead of night in a low light small town, and it retroactively made Calypso realize her new ability. While it wasn’t night vision like the goggles, her eyes could cut through the darkness of the night. Giving her perfect sight.
She rushed into the fray in delight, looking up at the trees as she jogged upright once more with the frenzied grin. Trying to make something happen, but on edge for anything to jump out or unfortunately cross her path.
But she found it, a big enough tree to scale.
Her claws dug into the bark like it were butter, causing her to giggle again, before climbing up the tree as if she’s done this millions of times before. Clutching branches on the way up, seeing the birds dart away and resisting the urge to slice them in half for fun.
Calypso made it to the top, and perched like she did on the fence post… What, 3 minutes ago? An entire trip under 3 or 4 minutes.
And from this height, she was leering over the faraway sight of this sleepy town she was caged in. Skin and bone shining lightly in the moon, her eyes still illuminating brightly. Drooling again, her brow furrowed in a worryingly overwhelmed expression as she opened her maw in joy.
“Here I come, Willow Reverie~!” Calypso exclaimed. “You have a twisted freak to deal with now, and who knows? Maybe my rampage will be the first bit of excitement you’ve ever had!”