<span style="color: #b3b300">"Then why are you here? No, don't answer that, I don't care." S</span>he stood up and looked along the beach before summoning her whip and using it like a spear to impale a flying seagull.<span style="color: #b3b300">"Well you'll be happy to know the feeling is mutual, I hate my kind too. If I was just another shitty mortal my life would be much easier and I probably wouldn't have to be so afraid for my life."</span>She pulled the struggling bird back to her and snapped its neck quickly then used its soul to heal her ruined hand. Rather than tossing the corpse aside she dumped out the box of knives she had stolen and used one to start cleaning the beast.<span style="color: #b3b300">"Fine. Maybe I can find someone to cook this thing... Mistress likes to eat but I don't know how to cook." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>