Bloodlust

@Zahra

Ahlora was pissed. Her eyes were burning with the same intensity she had as a wolf when first fighting for her rank in the pack. She had won it as an adolescent, a feat she was very proud of. In her pack, she had a title and Fame, well known for both her flirting and strength. Now, what did she have? Nothing. She had her name, but not her title. She had strength and size, but not her claws and agile figure. She wasn't a hulking pile of flesh then, but a warrior. A hunter. Now, she ate grass, flowers, leaves... Plants. She ate plants. That alone was enough to frustrate her, but there was more. She no longer had fur to keep rain and snow from freezing her skin, nor did she have the vocal chords to howl. Oh, how she missed singing to the wind! She missed snarling and growling, sounding and looking fierce with her pointed teeth bared to her enemies. Her teeth were dull now, and she had become the prey she used to eat. Would a wolf in this land recognize her as their own, or would she be chased and hunted? The wings on her back were still uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but shift and twitch them in anger, spreading them and folding them over and over, never finding comfort. They were heavy, along with the weight of something that sat atop her head like a crown of flowers she would have worn in a courting festival back home. She still hadn't gotten a chance to see what the weight was, nor how her new body was decorated. She knew of the bag that sat on her shoulder, since that was easy to see, but she had a hard time seeing her new markings and cold rings around her neck. This anger had built and built since she entered the new land from her old one, a failed hunting trip dragging her into this strange place. Her frustration and hatred towards the strange forces that ruled the lands finally broke through her surface, pushing her into a stiff sprint. She just wanted to go. She wanted to escape. While she bolted as fast as her legs could take her hulking body, she bucked and reared, stomping and scraping at the Earth. Her hooves cut deep, scarring the land in ways that wouldn't be forgotten, compacting the earth below her in a blind rage. It wasn't often she got to release her anger freely, destroying whatever she pleased. So, she yelled. Bellowing her frustrations, screaming in place of a howl for all she mad lost, her voice straining as her muscles bunched and stretched, she tried to howl and snarl and do all the things she could no longer in this body. This body wasn't hers.  It was some cruel joke she couldn't laugh off, a curse that she could never remove. She could play along with it all she wanted, but it would never be the same. She would never be the same. The urge to kill was there now, barely held off as she brought havoc and destruction to everything in her path. She could imagine her past hunts clearly, the taste of life coating her tongue after the kill, the feeling of ecstasy at the takedown... Oh, how she missed it! "TALK" OOC: You needed to challenge some characters, so I'm sure you'll enjoy this one! Let me know if you want them to actually fight or not, just so I can plan accordingly. Ahlora

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