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PouchWith her curious mind having at play Priscilla heard of people starting to travel to Crocus, was something truly there to carry attention away from what they where doing?
Nonetheless maybe it would lure her target from his house in Magnolia so she could kill him out in the open, Make a show of it...breath in the wonderful taste of death that she craved for him to have done upon him.
But she would just set her mind to her single and most recent thought and curious wonder. To Crocus she would go, Walking causally in the dead of night like always. It never changed, From werewolf to human, From small child to grown woman Priscilla traveled at night most of the time.
The night was her only safety when first thrown into the coldness of what reality had for her. But that was a different time, A new life meant so many different things. New ways to feel normal, New ways to feel at peace.
Maybe she needed to take out a few people while she was walking for fun and to ruin the boradum, But in reality she was still listening to what she was told to. Resist the need to kill and eat people. Even if the murder and bloodshed was normal Priscilla would see it was now a challenge to do that.
That and she felt that she needed to know fore sure if she tamed that inner monster. So far it did not seem hard. That or the pain of forcing back turning into a werewolf caused her mind to not to think about it. Either way Priscilla would not test her blessings, To test them would only lead her to test limits that would ruin them too, Something she was not ready to deal with either.
(exit to Crocus.)
Nonetheless maybe it would lure her target from his house in Magnolia so she could kill him out in the open, Make a show of it...breath in the wonderful taste of death that she craved for him to have done upon him.
But she would just set her mind to her single and most recent thought and curious wonder. To Crocus she would go, Walking causally in the dead of night like always. It never changed, From werewolf to human, From small child to grown woman Priscilla traveled at night most of the time.
The night was her only safety when first thrown into the coldness of what reality had for her. But that was a different time, A new life meant so many different things. New ways to feel normal, New ways to feel at peace.
Maybe she needed to take out a few people while she was walking for fun and to ruin the boradum, But in reality she was still listening to what she was told to. Resist the need to kill and eat people. Even if the murder and bloodshed was normal Priscilla would see it was now a challenge to do that.
That and she felt that she needed to know fore sure if she tamed that inner monster. So far it did not seem hard. That or the pain of forcing back turning into a werewolf caused her mind to not to think about it. Either way Priscilla would not test her blessings, To test them would only lead her to test limits that would ruin them too, Something she was not ready to deal with either.
(exit to Crocus.)
