Karis felt the life go out of the man as they tore at his flesh. There was a little thrill that went through her every time she made a kill and this time was no exception. Killing meant she had power. She liked that. More immediately she could sate the hunger that always gnawed at her belly. She tore off a chunk of flesh with her teeth and swallowed it in chunks, letting the coppery taste of blood pool in her mouth. Ages ago, she would've been disgusted (another lifetime). Now it was sweet and good and powered the unnatural fire that burned inside of her. She tore another chunk off of the corpse's shoulder and then leaned over to try and dig her claws into the smooth flesh of the belly.

Time to eat.