Monster of the woods {Open}

You're just a mere mortal,

Stuck in a world ruled by immortality.

It had been a little while since she had last turned into a jaguar to hunt through the night. It was fun staying near the roads, scaring traveling people by making sounds and showing glimpses of her dark feline body. A pair of glowing green eyes, staring at passerby’s from the darkness of the forest, that seemed to terrify them the most, because most did not have a clue as to what she could be. She heard mutters of monsters and demons roaming the woods and she was content to listen to the rubbish people seemed to feed each other. When they couldn’t explain something in a logical way, they would make up some grand story. Surely her eyes were too big and too hostile for a wandering house cat, so a monster it was.

Hunting animals was not as much fun as hunting humans. There were deer prancing around the forest, rabbits hopping across the mossy floor, birds flying low because of the overhanging tree branches, but her attention was on the road and its travelers. Her thoughts were whirling around the many ways to make a kill. She could just pounce on someone, especially if they traveled by foot or on a cart. On horseback was a little more tricky, because horses tended to run at the slightest hint of danger. She could as easily lure them off as pounce on them from the shadows. Wound one and use them as bait. Lying down on the road herself, in either form would also do the trick. As a human she could wait around at the tree line and many men would stray from the road following just a small wave of her hand, beckoning them into the shadows. Harder than coming up with ways to make a kill, was choosing which one she preferred tonight. Although, she could always switch up tactics the night after. She had an endless amount of time left after all.

Satisfied the black jaguar licked the blood off of her lips, her kill laying beside her, mutilated to a point it would be a hard job figuring out who he had been. She shifted back into her human form, leaving the torn up body lying beside the bushes as she walked towards the spot where she had hidden her clothes. As she was dressing herself, she heard footsteps on the damp moss. Without looking back she addressed what she assumed was a curious passerby. ”Hasn’t someone taught you that it is rude to watch a woman dress without having  permission,” she said, adjusting her dress and stealing a glance afterwards.

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