The taste of fear and adrenaline was thick in the air, Pantera cold taste it. It seemed as solid as any food she had eaten, and twice as nourishing. She drew it in, felt it slide through her nose, across her tongue. She could taste it. Itwas the musky scent of a woman, not the flowery smell that many wore, but the real smell. She felt her alien* blood stirring, feeding from that essence that she drew in breath after breath. The claws slid from her fingers again, and she could feel the muscle fibers of her arms and legs thickening. She felt a pang of cold fear as the change worked its way through her bastard flesh.
Each of the shriekers, those still alive, glowed with a cold radiance that only her chimerical eyes could see. The rest of the party moved with dancing coronas of light around them. A deciever, a desperate hero...others. She coiled and struck.
A single bound carried her from the top of the despoiled house she had laired upon. Jaws gaped wide she collided with one of the shriekers, it's flesh yielding to her razor sharp teeth. The creature's head lolled to one side as she disemboweled it with a strike of one of her wickedly clawed paws. It's black ichor splattered her orange and black fur.
The pulse of fear that she devoured grew stronger as she rampage through the rapidly dimishing ranks of shriekers until she was alone with the survivors of the attack...
(OOC - Alien* as in not human, not in reference to little green men or Roswell.)