Lucia and Maddy and OPEN- the Midway
The man that flailed beneath her only did so for a short time. Thick ribbons of gore dripped from the corners of her mouth as she whipped her head to regard the source of the next shot fired. She saw the red-haired one standing above another felled man and once again fixated on her, turning away from the fresh corpse at her feet to regard her.
Again her head dipped low between her shoulders, and she began stalking toward her on silent feet, her muzzle now coated in blood so dark as to appear almost ink-like against her golden fur. Her mismatched eyes gleamed dangerously; never before had she indulged in so much blood in one night. But then, she had never shifted outside of the lunar cycle either, and it seemed that both the circumstance and the plentiful availability of fresh kills were only serving to magnify her bloodlust.
Her muscles coiled. She was ready to pounce on the hypnotist at any moment.