Kanji felt the weight of the sun as it rose she stayed crouch on the roof looking for the shadow she knew would soon pass this way the Dwellers being the being that had once been her own kin but had given into the insanity of blood lust. The sun, it seemed, they shunned as if it were a reminder if what they had once been. She tensed seeing the slinking form; it made it's way from shadow to shadow making its way to the warehouse building she resided over. As it lundged into the buliding she slipped inside a feral grin making its way to her face her fangs gleaming in the rising sunlight, her wolven eyes seeing in the little light knowing where the creature huddled. She walked the highbeams with silent confidence knowing it would not feel her presense as it was too young and she far to old to let others who assumed her long dead to know she lived. Almost ontop of it she dropped landing in a crouch before the Shadow Dweller as it screeched, rearing back in fear and anger before lundging at her; its uncontrolled rage and lust not seeing her for the predator that she was to it. With a growl she backhanded the smaller creature to the ground and unsheathed on of the two blades that rested on her back the black an red blade glinted in the light as the fire that dwelled in the blade seemed to pulse with need for death and destruction. "Young Dweller you have taken human and immortal life by my hand you will die for their suffering." Her voice was soft and liquid a hypnotic sound that had the creature almost swaying as she raised the sword and sliced its throat open; it would have bleed out if the black flames had not consumed it first turning it to ash as she sheathed the blade with a sad sigh and disappeared into the dark morning. Kanji made her way back to her home knowing that the empty house would leave her heavy spirits sinking; her friends having moved on with loved ones and her sons were rarely home anymore both taking time to know one another as if they had not spent two years under the same roof before then. She slowly made her way to the upper floor the tip of her tail brushing the railing and wall as it swayed behind her her wolven ears drooped down in resignation. She'd wanted to give up killing long ago but it seemed the Fates were not kind to her on this choice as she was forced to make rotation every other month to hunt her fallen kin and kill them to keep the people she loved safe from the killing machines. She opened the door to her room and un hooked the straps for her swords, carefully setting them in her closet before striping out of the black clothing that made seeing her almost as impossible as 'feeling' her. She slipped into a sleevless shirt and comfortable pants, the scars on her arms she didnt bother to hide as she was alone.