Being in the city was going to kill her long before her work was ever finished here. There was nowhere to run, so few things to hunt. Without any animals to chase, the Hunger had been gnawing at her instead. Citlali snarled to herself. You should really just give into it. Accept the dark power your people continue to deny. She snapped at the spirit, baring her teeth at the imp until it relented and disappeared. With a small twitch of her head, she focused again, almond eyes narrowing even more. Despite the city being so different from her mountainous home, she had finally managed to find something to hunt.
Well... someone. The spirits had brought him to her in a way as they always provided. It had been his scent; male, aggressive, and with a hint of blood on him that had drawn her interest. Initially she had thought to approach him to see what surprises he had in store for her. Citlali turned away from that idea when she saw the child that often accompanied him; his son she believed. She watched him as he manhandled the child, shoving and cursing. How when they returned home he would fall into the ill smell liquids the humans seemed to enjoy so much. His wife would plead and sob to protect herself and her child. With bared teeth, the Hunger had demanded for this vile creature's blood. After all she wasn't breaking the rules. This man was no human.
So Citlali had spent the past week tormenting him. Stalking him to and from work with enough of her predatory nature out to make him chafe. His tires had been sliced to ribbons impossibly, dead animals left for him to find in various locations from out in the open to the mutilated possum she had left in his shirt drawer, and various other things to instill the same terror he gave to his family. Now, with his car in the shop, he was being forced to walk home from the bus stop through the quiet part of the park. Just like she had planned. The Hunger surged and purred at the closeness of the kill. The man had tucked his head down, annoyance and anger suffused in his scent. He's going home to hurt them again. Do something. Let it out.
The imp was whispering to her again and this time Citlali was more inclined to listen. After all even in her home rabid animals had to be killed before they poisoned others. She moved then enjoying the pain of her nails biting into her palms before approaching the man. Citlali delighted in her human appearance for once, it would probably frighten him more when she ripped his throat out. A delicious shudder ran down her spine as she stalked towards him. She sauntered easily, her long legs in jeans and a plain long sleeve that kept most of her tattoos hidden except for the spots on her collar. He glanced back at her as she followed him hearing the dull thud of her boots, first looking surprised then annoyed. He turned to ignore her and she used her superior speed to close the distance a little more. He turned back at the sudden predatory pressure at his back, jumping and freezing at her sudden proximity. A laughing snarl escaped her as she stalked closer, fingers itching. She could already taste the blood as her teeth cut into her tongue delightfully.
The man turned to bolt. Catch him. Kill him. Make him as scared as he made them. It wasn't the imp this time. It was the Hunger, the looming dark figure. She snarled in delight and hunched to pounce on her prey.