"She's over there!"  The head guardsman called, spotting the wanted killer easily, her giant panther at her side, as always. A sick grin was on her face, her yellow eyes shining dangerously. The murderess was to be killed on sight, as she was dangerous to others. The thought of what she done was sickening, and the guard tried to clear his head of it. She would pay for her evil deeds, he'd make sure of it.

The Panther charged at the guardsman, and he barely dodged out of the way.  The Panther was far more dangerous than the girl, one of the main reasons she had been able to elude capture. This time, however, would be different.

They had planned everything perfectly. Behind the guard was a large cliff. He was to bait the creature, and it would fall to its doom. Perhaps in another life it would have a better partner, one who wasn't poisoned to the bone. If it was lucky, that was. He almost felt bad for it. Almost.

As planned, the Panther slide, slipped, stumbled, and fell off the cliff. It roared a sad, desperate roar, before it could no longer be heard. A scream came from the girl in front of him, though, and she lunged for his throat, clawed gloves on her hands.  He dodged her much easier, and she followed her beloved familiar.

Another guardsman smiled.  "Finally.  I thought we'd never get rid of that bitch."

Little did they realize that soon their lives would be stripped away from them, and all because of a dark force lurking and waiting for its chance to strike.