Who: X-23 and open When: Late night, day four of insanity. Where: The clearing, in the wood, where Logan was conceived. What: Hunting. Warning: There may be blood. Weapon X stalked around the clearing, she was not entirely sure why she was lead here. A scent, old and trampled by many feet lay here. A familiar scent. It nearly mixed with the wood around the area. But it was that scent that drew here here. There was no other explanation.
But where did it come from? Why had she followed it? For days she had not had to many sentient thoughts. Just the longing lust for blood. There was the underlying scent of her own blood. Spilled here, more than once. Ears twitched as she paused to listen to the sound around her. No want to be vulnerable to anything that stalked her.
She parted her lips. The tip of her tongue slipping out as she panted softly. Drawing in the taste of that scent that she could not place. There was a split second that the rage, the anger, the confusion, the hurt, faded. For that moment what had been awash in red was suddenly green again. The name "Robin." Left her lips, before she was taken over by the beast again.