Saliphae glared at the fallen bullock. It had proven unusually resilient for a mere animal. She pressed her hands over the gouge wound on her left torso. She had been careless, no stupid; toying with the beast, allowing it to fight, when she should have killed it immediately, like she had the rest of the herd, now lying strewn about the plains. Fire burst from her hands, healing the wound and bringing pain; punishment for such childish behaviour. With more delicate magic, she repaired her torn tunic. She turned back towards the bull, preparing new magic that would roast it to perfection.
Despite her aggressive nature, Saliphae did not kill for pure pleasure. This herd was to provide her food, to this season’s close at least, part of the next if she was lucky. Misonass, the minotaurs’ month, marked the end of Nyuphorr, the season of changes. Nyukare came next, whose fierce extremes drove most creatures out of Saliphae’s reach. Still, for a while now, food was supplied.
Saliphae watched the bullock roast, and brought it to perfection, as always. She ate as the burning sun set upon the distant hills. Saliphae had chosen to live here because of the beauty, and the sanctuary. She was a demon, a hybrid demon to be exact. Born from two of the most powerful demon races left in existence. It hadn’t been easy though, with her mother, a hybrid vulture–wolf and her siren father forever screaming and fighting. Leaving them had been the sweetest relief she had ever felt.
Although she looked almost human, she was unable to hide her true heritage. Demons were frowned upon by most races, and hybrids such as herself were viewed with especial horror. She had chosen the natural life her animal instincts so urged out of necessity, but had never once regretted her decision.
Twilight was almost over now, and she heard the sounds of the nocturnal scavengers stirring. Best store her catch safely away, while there was time. She lifted her head and gave one of her ear piercing screams, a gift of her siren father, warning the carnivores away.
No, she admitted to herself, That wasn't the real reason. It just felt great to be so in control of the power.
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