Snippet #2771010

Bellatroix noticed the creature before her, once man, now a beast. Where does the reasoning go, where does the humanity leave to? It was a subject of confusion to the skinwalker, the idea that something can just stop being a person, rather than growing... regressing. A horrible thought, really, especially to one as she, to be little more than a beast, with no hope for being more.

Regardless, she had to act, its stance aggressive, and with her was a human, susceptible to infection. With little regard to self preservation, she moved herself between the lycan and Darren, her eyes locking with the cursed being, her tail, once receding, now extending out down her back. The tail was long, consisting of black and white striped flesh with hard black bumps running down the top of it, these bumps, clicking open like switchblades as they became like sharp black barbs. The tip of this tail vibrated aggressively as she stood ready, armed with the knife.

"How I wish there were a way better than this, to kill a person over circumstances not fault of their own... places a poor taste in my mouth," she said, holding her knife ready to retaliate at any moment.