Pale eyes wandered over what had been the campsite of a small family. All that remanded was the slowly twitching body of the oldest male. It had been to been almost fun pretending to be a lost camper herself and gain their trust only to stab them in the back. Literally for the sole female of the group. What she had done next one could only find in their worst nightmares. She didn't care though, she felt nothing for these awful mortals and their frail hearts. Killing them only made the world better for her to take over.
Viona flipped her silver hair over her shoulder as she turned to walk away from the devastation. A scowling marred her face as she realized that the mortal stench was stuck to her person. This meant she'd have to find a pool of water to cleanse herself in. She only hoped that this one wouldn't have mortals playing in it like the last time she wanted to bathe. It escaped her notice that she was leaving a trail of blood behind her as she walked, or that it was clinging to her jacket like it was her own blood escaping even though it wasn't.
