Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she tore limb from limb, slashing and biting, blood splattering everywhere; from down her front, in her hair, to the cold concrete of the subway ground below her bare feet. Nearly her entire front was splattered with the liquid, almost as if she had painted herself in it. The scent of the life sustaining liquid filled her nostrils, her lungs taking it in to the brim. It was an intoxicating scent, one that she could never, ever get enough of. Feralupina however, was always disappointed on how short a fight for her usually lasted. To her, a long, blood spilling struggle, with maiming and tearing flesh from bone was one of the best things in the world, but it never was a satisfactory length of time. It was normally over before she could actually get a good feel for it, so that only her dead opponent was there before her, not a deadly foe whom she was to destroy. A corpse, who's only future left was to be burned to a crisp.<br/><br/>She knelt there, resting on the ball of her feet in a half inch deep pool of blood, next to the pile of flesh that was once one of her own kind, however defected he might have been. She tasted the iron flavored blood upon her tongue, as it drained down the back of her throat, which she ran a couple of times over her scarlet stained teeth, to clean them off and make them shining white once more. Her eyes were focused on the dead body, memorizing the rips and tears of the skin that she'd made upon him, bite marks, scratches. Even though he was dead, blood still flowed from the wounds, so that eventually a bit of the pool reached outward, creating a river of crimson, heading towards the worn down tracks where the subway would pull up to for passengers to get on and get off of the transportation vehicle. Bits of skin and flesh were buried under her nails.<br/><br/>Feralupina heard as her Hunter, her partner, or as he called himself, Alexin, spoke out to her, though she did not respond. She was still caught in the mood of being disappointed that it was over all too soon, wanting that adrenaline rush that she got to never go away. She didn't want to burn the body either, but that was not a choice that she could make in this situation. She could already smell that of the scent of burning flesh from Alexin's own dead opponent, putrid black smoke rising from the charring body, as skin, hair, and clothes burned immediately. It made her nose wrinkle, and her eyes water. She knew that he did not like the scent of blood, or the rather messy way that she killed, but she did not enjoy the scent of burning bodies. It was way too strong of a smell, and sometimes it messed up her senses for a short while.<br/><br/>Not moving a single inch as she heard him come closer, his footsteps telling her that he was about five feet or so from where she was kneeling. It was like she had eyes on the back of her head, she could tell that he had a disgusted look on his face as he looked at the handiwork she had created by herself. He then says her name, or rather a shortened version of her name that she only allowed him to call her, and she finally responds. "Why can't we just eat him?" Reaching out, she jabs at the dead body, her sharpened nail upon the end of her finger sinking in to the skin, so that her appendage went in to the flesh up to her knuckle. "It's just meat now...isn't it?" Feralupina had no problem with eating anything that was meat, if it was dead, than it didn't matter if it had once been one of her own kind. That was then, this was now, and now, it was just a hunk of flesh that could be providing her with energy and nutrients. But for some reason Alexin always chose to burn the bodies instead of allow her to partake in their flesh. A faint growling escaped from the back of her throat, she knew there was no reason in trying to make a case out of this, and so, pulls out her finger from the hole it had created in the rib section of the body, before doing what she always did after a fight. Reaching forward with her blood stained hands, she takes a little bit of something from her downed foe. From this man she took some of his hair, the necklace that was around his cold neck, and after smashing her fist down on his face, a couple of his teeth. Her hands wrap around the goods, and when she stands up she shoves them in to the leather bag she was wearing. ignoring the fact that there was still blood on them, and one of the teeth had a filament of skin from the mouth hanging off the jagged edge of the tooth.<br/><br/>Turning her eyes, which were fading from their golden wolf like color to their normal light brown, she gazes emptily at Alexin. Her eyebrows press together, and she steps away from the body, allowing him to set it ablaze, a doleful look in her eyes as she looked upon the burning corpse. Quickly turning away, she wanted to just go, so she wouldn't have to deal with looking at the waste of meat any longer. "You say we are to go home. Then let's go...Food waster..." She mumbles this last bit under her breath, taking a few steps away, but not going any further until he said it was okay to do so.