“Second Side”
Blood-red eyes that had once been gold peered down at the redheaded faunus from her perch above. As he walked, she crept silently along the line of buildings, prowling like the cat she’d become. Gambol Shroud was on her back–now a deep black metal that seemed to absorb the light. She stalked her prey, his scent of misery a beacon in the black night.
She’d disappeared after the Fall, she remembered. Tracking a trail–a trail that led her to her Mistress, her Goddess. But she hadn’t told Adam where she’d gone, and she’d been gone so long. She could taste his heartache on her tongue as though she were drinking it.
She licked at her lips as she paused. The street was empty. She had no better opportunity. Her claws dug into the concrete for just a moment before she pounced at him.
When she landed, she stood tall–nearly as tall as he was, yet very little seemed to have changed otherwise, and even her once-adorable ears stood taller, sleeker. Aside from her red eyes, her face and skin was deathly pale, white as death. Red veins lined her skin and crept along her cheeks. The rest of her was black–not the warm back of night, but the black of a hungering void.
Blake said nothing, but pulled the new Gambol Shroud from her back. Her free hand flexed her claws, and she licked her lips again. This would be a successful hunt, she was sure.