The Beast And The Blessed
"Mh, I love when my food puts up a fight. The adrenaline makes them taste so much sweeter."
A thud sounded behind me, and I stopped walking and turned to face the woman. Her blonde hair was in a thin bun on her head, and her lips were dry and cracked. Her skin was sucked tight against her bones, and beyond the scratch on her cheeks where a small amount of dried blood sat, they were pale and colorless… unlike her eyes.
Those were black, different than anything I had ever seen. Instead of just the irises being black like bears had, the orbs were entirely black, reflecting their soul.