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Palaydrian Soul · 07-10-2012, 08:12 PM

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WC:: 547 OOC:: Oooo a dark side of Drin?

Since coming back from Casa di Cavalieri, Palaydrian had a different air about her. She was full of confidence, felt stronger, and even looked better than she had before Aram attacked her. Drin had become a force to be reckoned with. Once she had been able to shift again, the fae took into the woods like a silent grim reaper of small animals. The weeks of not being able to hunt let alone run had pent up so much energy and she needed a release. Hunting small game sated the bloodlust growing inside her and kept the foolish thoughts of wanting to find Aram and destroy him at bay. Yes quite a change had come over the normally jovial woman. Was she turning into the killer Syliat had always wanted her to be? Was this why her great grandmother had taken such an interest in her younger months? “You’re just like Tigra...” she’d say, though Palaydrian never knew what the demon was talking about. Little did she know that this woman Syliat Darkfire spoke of was actually a large fragment in the puzzle piece of figuring out her past and her place in ‘Souls.

Blood was smeared across her maw and dripping from the onyx talons of her feathered friend Zalia. Drin had caught an unfortunate rabbit and had brought it back to her garden as a surprise for the bird, who still couldn’t hunt for herself until she was fully healed. “Thankee Sai,” she screeched in response to the lifeless thing before tearing into its flesh as though it were alive. About to respond in what Jiva called low speech, Drin turned her head in the direction of an urgent howl. Must leave...be back later, she managed to call over her shoulder before darting off into the woods. It was Zalen and it sounded grave.

Four legs carried her swiftly through the woods, she was far from the den, but sprinting would make up for lost time. The swimming she had been doing during her healing weeks had seriously increased her endurance, panting didn’t start until she passed deer lake and soon enough she was weaving through glen eyrie. The woman slowed down as her snout became assaulted with the assembly of pack members. Almost everyone was here, she hoped she hadn’t been too late, but once her breathing returned to normal, she drifted out of the treeline and scanned the crowd for her mate. Despite the feeling of foreboding in the air, she couldn’t fight the smile that pulled at her blood stained mouth. Jiva just had this effect on her, but once her eyes moved to Zalen, another enamored male, she knew this was no time for such light thoughts.

She moved soundlessly to the optime’s side, a slight whimper escaping her maw. What was going on? Had someone else gotten hurt? Or, and this thought made her heart race, were the wolves of New Dawn finally doing something about the recent attacks. Bloodlust bubbled just below the surface of the Omega’s face. She was ruthless when it came to hunting, could she do the same when it came to killing canines? Yes.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

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