Role

Chapter 6

The passing winters and prey caught had brought much strength to her
body, her strikes ever quicker and more vicious, but they also had
brought some sense of... serenity.

The urge to hunt no longer felt as demanding, as intense, but instead
it was simply like a part of her whole being now. She felt much more..
at one with herself and the world around her. Difficult to put to
words, and luckily, she did not need to. She often listened to the
other Outlanders, taking in every word, contemplating them, but she
rarely offered a word, as broken as they might be, to them. They might
be awakened to their instincts, chosen by the Ancients, but still...
she had not met one she would feel a true kinship with.

And then, of course, many of them were elves. Although she had learned
to suppress the urge to sink her claws in them, the thought was there
all the time. And it was made even worse by the slight stings of
jealosy, of how they... confided in each other, had others who truly
understood them. And their sweet blood, flowing with the strength of
the Ancients... how it would nourish her.

...so hard to resist. And she would not be able to do so forever, that
much she knew.