The drops of fresh blood trickled down her razor-sharp claws, slowly descending down onto the already bloodstained pathway. Her instincts raging through her small, yet power filled body. With heavy, deep breaths she managed to contain the wild beast inside her. She chained it down to her mind, not allowing a single howl to escape, it's angry growls echoing through the crevices of her mind. With heavy forceful steps, she forced her aching body to move. Sheaving her claws, she headed back, the sharp nails on her feet, grazing against the paved walkway. Flames, the colour of the darkest red ever seen, lit a flame behind her, surely the work of a demon, they swallowed up the evidence, in seconds nothing but the blackest of ash were left behind, only to flow away with the wind later on.