the moon rides high.
we are creatures of the moon,
let us hunt and run in her light!
"ian im going to tell you something ive learned on the battlefeilds of war. regret will make you weak. and unfortunately. no one can afford that. because if your weak." she picked up the girl crushing her to her chest and angeling her neck, she did it a matter of seconds but stopped the pericing stick, the very tip of her fangs touching the girls neck. "you die, either slowly or quickly." she set the girl down gently.
"that is the way of the world. we are not animals. but we are predators. you have no strength to you. you need to fix that." she said looking at the girl now standing up. the knife had been forlorned on the ground. the animal was fine even slept soundly.
she re-sheathed the knife. "animals eat the grass and things of the earth, humans eat the animals. when they die they are returned to the earth for the insects to digest. and the animals eat the insects. we may not be human. we may live longer. but we still die. it is a cycle." she explained.