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It was so odd for Calypso, being the monster that lurked within the shadows. But with any trepidation, every second guess that managed to manifest in her twitching mind, all the more it felt so nice. More incentive to do what she was doing.
The monster girl did what her former family told her to do, follow the Old Vessel and the entire town was her to enjoy. The stupid, overly-rational side of herself worried at how much attention she could draw to herself, but her new body continued to prove how amazing it was.
With her new legs, Calypso was able to dart around behind buildings. With her new claws, she was able to grab onto these buildings to climb the walls, and scale up them. And as she tucked into the darkness, with her new eyes cutting through it, making her the only one to completely see between predator and eventual prey.
All she had to do was follow the ungodly cacophony that her new senses were overloaded with.
Gatherings and parties were already noisy non-events for her as a human, but it was a beacon for Calypso now. The itch was growing unbearable, her thoughts nothing but ways to figure out how to lure people away—or maybe just go rabid into the heart of the party.
Guess it depended on how many are there, Calypso cheerily mused to herself.
Peering over the ledge, Calypso’s maw turned into a razor-sharp grin.
This was the first time she’s seen Grand Standing Plaza, and what a festive look it had. Renaissance fair mixed with modern trappings, white tents filled with all sorts of trinkets and trivialities—wreaths and tinsel that were green and gold, as this tinsel connected the oradenate street lights that had rounded glass covers, pulling the warm aura together with an expansive stage that was the source of the musical entertainment, all of this with the backdrop of the town’s government bodies surrounding the plaza.
Crowds of people. Hundreds. Pairs of couples, groups of friends, herds of families. Corralling themselves by being so close. Engorged by decadence, living their lives. Blissfully unaware of what was lusting over them.
Calypso growled in a low, pleased hum. She was digging into the brick of the building top she was on. Slobbering like mad with her dark eyes twisted with zeal, grinning so wide that it pushed up her new cheekbones. She was going to ruin this day, focusing her sight and choosing which person she needed to ruin the life of.
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It was the sight of a young, black-haired girl that ran with her arms out, her coat taking up most of her bulk, that snapped sense into Calypso.
“...” the monster then sighed to herself, pulling back from the ledge. “Why aren’t I eating that stupid guilt-trapping part of myself, again? I’m not turning back; might as well finish the job… Party pooper.”
Calypso pouted as she continued to talk to herself, “Yes yes, bad humans first—then maybe other humans next—okay fine, exclusively bad humans, no wonder people fucking hated me…”
Her head perked up, as Calypso picked up on a passionate spat that wasn’t too far from here.
Leaping towards the direction of it, the monster gripped on the ledge again as she watched two people, in an alley, having a screaming match with another… Two very familiar people.
“Wanna make a big deal outta this shit? Fine—we? Are over.”
Calypso simply smiled, slowly, ear to ear. She could never forget such disgusting smarm.
As the Baker boy from class stormed off, hands firmly into his tan jacket, leaving his cheerleading partner in tears—Calypso made her move.
Suddenly, it was hard to stalk as effortlessly as she did before. It wasn’t because of any loss of skill or some negative complication; it was purely because Calypso was so fucking excited.
She leapt from building to building, rolling into a ball of dancing blades before righting herself again. Gazing at the brooding whiner, then repeating the process again.
The Baker boy looked behind as Calypso was easing down the nearest building in relation to him, still in the shadows. But he knew that something was there, his shaking breath was visible in the cold air. With a tug of his collar, he upped his pace without a second thought or word.
This made Calypso cackle with ardor. She instantly let go, crashing into the tin trash cans below her, causing two of them to crumble loudly onto their sides.
The Baker boy looked back and started to sprint.
But Calypso was already faster, once she put her claws onto the ground.
The streets they were running across were eerily quiet, possibly due to everyone being at the festival. Clear skies, streetlamps working properly, it all made for a rather mundane, ordinary night.
The one thought Calypso had in her mind, reveling that this Baker boy was questioning why this was happening, given that.
He then tripped over his own legs, crashing into the concrete with a thud.
Using this blunder, Calypso jumped, sailing in the air as she slammed on top of him, giggling with no warmth. And barely restrained anger.
“Hiiiii there…” Calypso seethed merrily. “Jake? John? Jerry—I never got your name, forgive me~ I know it started with a J--”