I am the beast that feeds the beast
I am the blood I am released
-Bleeding Me, by Metallica
Last night I tracked a mother bear to her den where she was suckling two blind, mewling cubs. I put an arrow through her eye; the blood-mist in the air filled my nostrils, filled my soul. I threw my weapons aside and fell upon the cubs with empty hands. I throttled the first so hard the bones of its spine cut my flesh. I ate the second whilst it still lived. It screamed. I didn't know they could.
I don't know what's happened to me since I escaped that accursed city. The forest is hollow, cold and devoid of the joy it once brought me. I feel as though my muscles will twist my ribcage into a blossom of gore, such is my constant unrest. My teeth are daggers. My soul breathes in air - but it exhales fire.
What have I become? The poison of the city, the poison of the Wizard - I can feel them both driving me insane. I kill - I eat - it's all that keeps the madness at bay.
-Nightingale, Blood Priestess