(This is just a juicy short story I wrote, plis no xD) Talon's blue eyed gaze shifts as she looks over the options of enemies. She licks her jaws, craving the metallic taste of blood, and the sound of ripping flesh from her long claws. The one with brown spots who she thought was Anthill, she wanted to go first, but she didn't care. She needed blood, needing to feel power. How would she fix this urge? Should she even?