Well I do believe that our decline is predisposed

It was any other night, business as usual. Night time provided many benefits, one was the obvious one, she could easily hide among the shadows. Another was that most Humans would go home, though there would always be exceptions. She also liked to stick to the roofs, because it would give her a birds view over the people and secondly because higher ground for an archer is better, or at least that was her opinion.

Sitting on the edge of a roof, with knees to her chest and feet on the roof. Waiting for the last light of the regular human shops to be turned of as it was the best time to begin her hunt. There would always be places open, but by now Irina had identified which would close at normal hours and which would stay open.

Then she saw her, though from behind she followed, not yet sure if it was a Demon or Human. Once it came at a halt, at a intersection Irina positioned herself so that she could finally see.

"You.!..!!" Her eyes turned from blue to golden, as she tried to focus but how could she when that, that thing was right there. Trying to aim while gradually shifting into an abomination, was quite hard, especially since her anger overwhelmed her, the target of her wrath was right there.

Letting the arrow soar before she lost all of her focus to her wrath.

So it had luck in its bad luck. Irina knew her arrow wouldn't have seriously hurt it, though she had hoped it would do some damage, which was why it was lucky to have dropped its phone, however it was unlucky because tonight it would be hunted and slayed.

Still with golden eyes, Irina gathered some focus when it said a little too much. Old man Wolfe was her last family and the one who saved Irina from the, the thing that stod on the ground trying to mock her, however it backfired. Irina's adoptive father had saved her from it in the past so what made it think it could do anything against him now.

Once more she would draw an arrow, but with focus not at its best and her target aware of her, she had best to aim for the heart as the chest area was bigger then the head. Shaky aim ever so slight when her nails grew and darkened as sharp claws which burrowed into her palm. Once more she let an arrow soar, however she soon would have no choice then to go feral.

That did it, if it wasn't a dead demon already it sure as hell was now, it was an obvious taunt but due to Irina's.. Condition, her rage gradually but quickly changed her. With the bow on her back she jumped down to give pursuit.

The disgusting blood mixed in her had some changed her based on her emotions, though rage especially. Her eyes gold as ever but the pupil slither thin like a strand of hair and her skin resembled that of reptilian scales. Her hair grew white as a paper and dense like fur of a cat. She also grew sharp, pointed and strong teeth and hard black claws like a dog.

There where some benefits to it besides looking like an abomination, seed for instance helped greatly in catching up to it,increased sense of smelling to localize where it's foul scent had gone. Thinking rationally wasn't a thing when one was overcome with demonic rage but she knew from experience that once she would catch up with the thing, she would go all savage, like a cornered animal clawing and biting.

Irina followed the scent of the demon whom killed her parents in her past, it was a scent she had forced herself to think of as foul even if others would fall for it as part of that things supposed charm, by now it was an instinctive reaction.

Baring her teeth, showing her now pointy fangs, she looked like a human in a very different culture which files their teeth, though lacking in color of the skin.

Every muscle in her was used to run faster and with her blinding rage, she left a trail behind her of bent light poles and fairly dented cars, where she rammed them to once more pick up the scent of her prey. It couldn't hide forever though wherever Irina stopped to turn and pick up the scent again she made a ruckus likely loud enough to warn her prey.

Irina eventually ran past the alleyway in which Varvara, she looked up and twitched her nose, trying to locate the scent. Turning her head and to stare her prey right into the depts of whatever passed for their soul, with a beastly or a truly demonic smile. She found her.

Irinas body was yanked backwards, or rather, forwards when shoot, seeing as she stood with her back to her prey with her head turned towards said prey when she was shoot. She felt her flesh tingling as she turned to look at it then back to Varvara. Had she not been consumed by wrath and stopped her focus from being entirely focused on Varvara, Irina would likely have screamed in pain but then trying to brave the pain in her hunt for vengeance. This wasn't the case since her wrath override her common sense and rational thought, luckily though the bullet went through her body to the left of her but bellow the ribs.

Turning her whole body, demonic, monstrous body of an abomination, that was Irinas thoughts on her so called transformative powers. Turning to have her prey directly in front of her, before running at Varvara and throwing her arm at Varvara, hoping to claw at her.

If she could make more wounds that continued to bleed on her prey, she could tire her down and inevitable, torture her to death.