Rememberance

[Klara Maradith]

Klara watched Bridgette huff and start to walk off in a random direction. This simple sight brought a smile to the Ulfric's face. Mainly because it showed the pure want for the hunt from the young wolf which could be both good and bad. For a wolf to finally awaken the lust for a hunt, well it meant they finally connected to their other half in a way that only an animal could. They finally tossed aside the human part for a moment to fully embrace the pure wolf. The downside to it? Well it means that they can now access the temperament of the wolf much easier. It meant less control and frankly, more trouble for Klara. It wouldn't be much longer until Bridgette's wolf felt it was time for her to show that she can take the Ulfric on and though it's a strong part of learning to be in a pack, it was a difficult lesson to learn and the human was always the one to suffer most from it.

Klara sighed as she peered back at where the Prince had left in. The damn gypsies. She just wished they could wipe them off the map once and for all but unfortunately, with how tense things have been lately, Klara really didn't want to risk a war where the vampires would join in and help to double team her pack. No that was not part of the agenda. So with a huff, she shifted to her wolf form and followed behind Bridgette, catching up pretty quickly. She nuzzled the pup with her snout, showing affection and pride for what she was able to do that night. It's not every day and new pup is able to hold her own against the gypsies by herself, especially a female.

[Bridgette Rowland]

Bridgette would have to admit she really wasn't sure where she planned on going. The situation which had just passed had annoyed her and leaving the scene had felt like the best thing to do. As she slowly calmed in the cool night's air, she was able to think more clearly. Though there was still.. something.. she felt like she needed to do. Something that made her feel restless and quick to annoy.

She heard Klara catch up behind her and frankly intended to ignore her. At the moment she didn't want to be anyone's friend; she wanted to tear apart a living being for the sake of tearing it apart. But it was hard to ignore the sign of affection, which she begrudgingly returned. Her (unknowingly) foolish move back there had been, at least in part, an attempt to protect her Ulfric, that she couldn't deny. And while it was buried somewhere under years of hate and torment, she did have a reasonable side, one that was fueled a bit by the animal within that, at least for now, knew it's place. Bridgette huffed again, this time more as a pouting child who had given up on getting what she wanted but didn't want to show it.

The blood in her coat had begun to dry causing many brittle spikes of fur; any human who laid eyes upon her at the moment might have dropped dead in terror. Bridgette continued to pay it no mind as she padded her way aimlessly through the forest. Shortly the local smells became once again familiar and the young Wolf realized they were somewhat near Littlewood. A slight course correction would take them there.. towards hundreds of people.. weak, two-legged fleshy people just waiting for a beast to come along and....

The wolf barely contained a growl as new thoughts began to race through her mind and yet another internal struggle began. Murder, sweet and simple murder and chaos- how easy would it be! In this new body, no one could stop her.. not one man, not ten.. she wondered how many she could get through.. Men, women and little children; they would be the simplest. But wait! Why? Sure, there was always time for revenge.. the slaughter of those who had wronged her, but innocent women? Children? There was no need for that. She stopped in her tracks and growled, lightly dancing her front paws. She closed her eyes and shook her head, specks of blood flaking from her fur. What to do? What was right? Did it matter? Something had to die.. something soon, or she'd go mad.