Do monsters make war or does war make monsters?

Location: The woods
Date: 17th of May 2021
Time: Afternoon
Attire: Link
Topic for: @Athena xx
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Her legs moved faster than she thought was possible. Clearly she had underestimated her enemies. A tribe of hunters located south in the forest had hunted her the past hour, or it felt like that at least. Luna had used up all her extra energy sources on her run, making her slightly freaked out. Usually she didn't freak out, usually she had been counting the risks before an attack. Perhaps her former encounter with Lucas in the beginning of the month had side tracked her, she was still mad at him for stopping her in doing her job. Luna made it to a clearing and stopped for a second to breathe, her head spinning around while her eyes tried to scan the area. Better hearing would have been highly wanted dearly by now, but she had to catch her breath and like a deer caught in the front lights of a car she looked around her. The noises of the forest seemed to come from everywhere around her, and she was too weak by now to use her powers. If she did she knew she would just end up blacking out till she had regained her strength, and that wasn't really something she was keen on happening. "It took a long time, but we finally caught you," a man stepped out from the woods making Luna take a deeper breath in and snorted a bit at him. "Or maybe I just stopped running?" She suggested with a beautiful fake smile, which of course was a lie - but he didn't know. Or maybe he did. Just as the group of hunters came to the clearing, she took a few steps back - only to realizing there was more noise from behind her. And there was someone else being hunted as well.

Clothes: Jeans, black shirt, dark jacket and black boots Link
- Other: 1,73 meters tall + Unknown accent + Fiery scent + Hair is in a ponytail

She'd found a somewhat home in the forest, not yet feeling the enjoyment from the city life, while there had been quite a lot of life back in 1307, the year before she'd entered her slumber, and a lot of people cramped together with the markets and so on, it was nothing like this modern world. The noises and the people, made her uncomfortable and she felt as if she didn't really belong, so for now, the forest was her friend and safe place, as she could relax more easily, while of course, never truly letting her guards down. This also meant, that when she was suddenly followed by someone, she'd caught their scent quite fast and in a way acted as if she didn't know, to lure them close and closer. Although it had been over 700 years since she'd last been in a battle, and she did vow not to return to way again, killing someone who clearly did not have great intentions weren't the same thing, as going to war and participate in battles, associated with that kind of thing. Though, as she walked on further, she sensed chaos in the air and the signs of bloodshed was around her, this may also be the bloodshed she herself was about to make, but none the less there was danger in the forest and she was gonna do something about it.
The hunters were easily done, they didn't quite know what they were up against, probably also because they believed her to be a shapeshifter, as they called her after having gotten to her standing location. One got his neck broken, another was pierced by a knife through his heart and the last lost his head. This was quite the blood affair, and she almost felt a rush going through her, it reminded her of standing on the battlefields, facing her enemies only to cut them down one by one, the constant blood splattering on her face and how she continued on through days and nights. She almost felt like an addict, getting that hit of her favourite drug, knowing deep down that no matter what she would say and how she wanted to remain in peace, war was her home and the battlefield her place of origin.
She sighed and cleaned her hands against the fabric of her jeans, before she ventured on, moving towards the location of which whatever was about to happen, probably wasn't the greatest thing in the world. Her hand grasped on the handle of the knife and the second she entered the conversation, tension all around her and her gaze shifted from the men to the woman. The blood was still quite fresh on her face and the fire in her eyes as strong as ever and it wouldn't be much a surprise, that without any hesitation she threw the knife, hitting one man in the neck with it.

A woman entered the clearing, the blood on her face should terrify the sanest person, but sane had never been the best way to describe Luna. Without a second passed the woman threw her knife, perfectly placed in the neck of one of the guys. Luna's head followed the throw to the hit and looked quickly back at the woman. "Nice throw," she confessed in a more exhausted exhale. However, the time wasn't quite there for chatting, as the hunters suddenly circled around them. Luna knew how this was going to go, and it wasn't good. But if she charged her powers one last time, and they didn't escape, she wouldn't be at any use in a coma. And there was no way she was taking it this far, she had to think what was most practical. One thing was running for her life killing them all, the other was actually letting them take her, recharge and then kill them, and know how their entire base looked like. Before she even got to think about what happened next a set of darts flew one by one across the field, one hitting Luna on her thigh, making her look down, as if some annoying bug had chosen her leg as the perfect landing spot. Luna pulled the dart out looking at it shortly, then another one hit her shoulder and before she even realized it - her vision was getting blurred, and a groan left her lips as she hit the ground. She felt utterly dizzy, and her eyes fought a great time to stay open, but in the end the dark spots widened and left her vision totally black. And she was out cold.

Cold. She could feel the cold brush over her skin, like an artic breeze making her almost hiss from the cold. She was on her stomach, finally able to open her eyes, and she blinked, feeling unable to move. Luna blinked again, a few times faster trying to regain a sharper vision. Her wrists chained to some sort of metal table. Luna frowned, with her left against the metal surface, she could only see part of the dark basement she seemed to be stuck in. Luna started to become aware of how fast her heart was racing, when was the last time she had felt fear sneaking up upon her like this? A few more seconds passed her, and she got more and more clear headed as her body recharged. Then it hit her, she was transformed. With the last part of her body in some sort of tub, it was enough water to make her tail to appear, and keeping her wrist chained to the table. Luna tried to look to see if she could find the other woman, but with her limited view of the room she was only able to see parts of the basement.