“This feeling of power is so, so satisfying, intoxicating like the taste of blood on a cold winters night. It’s been so long but finally I can eat real meat not this trash called jerky, meat freshly killed impaled upon a split juices roiling in the kindles, fats sizzling as it drips, viscous across the surface. Oh how I miss it but soon I will have it the moment I figure out where the FUCK they are.” With that ramble finished she sped along the snow covered forest dodging rocks and branches delighting in the feel of the wind upon here still bare skin. She ran circling and slowly narrowing it down until her prey lay trapped in a cloud of frost, regal as the day it was born the almighty snow leopard. It stood at a height of nearly 3 feet and weighed nearly 100 kilos in muscles and fats. But let’s not forget the most valuable part of the leopard to Ebony, despite her desire to feast upon its flesh, the fur draped across its body was worth the most, after all she was wearing cow hide before.
With a grin decorating her face she said “Sorry kitty cat but I really really really want your fur and meat so I’m afraid I can’t play nice.” And before the words could fade into the air she charged, straight as an arrow towards it fists clenched tightly. The leopard swiped with its claws but she ducked under carefully avoiding the blow and retaliated with a curled up fist, right into the pit, shattering its joint with a CRUNCH, She jumped back and gazed upon here move, The leg hung limp hanging by a string of tendon but immovable all the same. She repeated this over and over until all the leopard could do was lie down pitifully, eyes begging for mercy only to flinch as it saw the growing ecstasy rising in her eyes. “You know kitty cat I wouldn’t do this if you didn’t invoke this feeling that I haven’t had the chance to release in ten thousand years but you did so, hee hee.. Please scream I won’t to hear the sounds echoing throughout the forest as a warning for all those that resist.” Like this she spent the next half an hour grinding the bones of the leopard into paste using nothing but a rock and pure sadism all while managing to keep the leopard conscious.
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She awoke from her new found ‘hobby’ when the combination of ebbing light and hunger pangs shook her mind into clarity. “I guess play times over kitty later.” And with that psychotic farewell she crashed the rock into the neck of her ‘pet’ ending its life with the most satisfying crunch. Ebony grabbed the now carcass and sprinted off towards her ‘home by the water’ and spent the last rays of light deboning, skinning, sewing and cooking her food in order to prepare for winter’s heart. This wasn’t all that she did though, she drained all the blood from the carcass and dropped into a thin, girl deep hole she had dug the previous night. “That wasn’t enough, such a shame I guess another animal is going to enjoy ‘play time’.” Once this thought was spoken out loud a hint of glee shined within her eyes as she licked her lips seductively.
In this way Ebony spent the week terrorising the forest denizens until her hole was sufficiently full of blood and upon seeing it like this she slid into the brownish blood and slowly absorbed copious amounts of blood aided by the hatred and contempt held to her by the bloods original owners resulting in a rate of cultivation that would scare most but not her. Her entire style was to put in the least work possible meaning orthodox paths just wouldn’t cut it. She felt the accumulated blood enter her heart and other organs, refining them faster and more painfully then just Aura alone would. Her body screamed out from every point begging for release, for mercy but Ebony’s will was unshaken, as unyielding as a stone wall was to a mortal. Finally the blood pit ran out of blood allowing relief to echo out from her entire being.
“That felt way more painful than I remembered it but to get enough blood to refill this thing will require a bear or a week of effort hunting smaller critters which could be considered fortuitous because this way I can consolidate my blood path, hatred towards me will condense my cultivation allowing me to build a stronger foundation to draw power from.” Reassuring herself that what she went through was in fact worth it Ebony washed the stench of blood off her body and rolled over, still dripping from her waist length hair into her leopard skin blanket, as bare underneath as her naming day.