Maris laid on the cold stone floor, her eyes closed and her mind turned inwards. She could not see, hear, smell, taste or feel anything in the material plane. The last thing she could remember was pulling a bow from her quiver and then feeling something come crashing down on her head. Things never went right when HE was around. Why couldn't it just go back to how things were when they were kids. When they were friends and not always at each others thoughts. He probably didn't even remember her back then because he certainly didn't seem to care know. Suddenly, A howling cry shocked her back into consciousness. She sat bolt upright, every muscle in her body tensing and her eyes widening. She looked up to see the face of a werewolf before her face. Its teeth dripping with drool and blood. Its nose was crinkled back to show its large red teeth. Its big black nose steamed in the snow and its yellow eyes seemed to glow. Its brown fur was mattered with blood and it's great big paws were on Maris' shoulders.
"Vilkas..." she whimpered. The yellow eyes narrowed into angry slits. Maris looked around. Were there had been 7 silver hand bandits was now blood stains and ripped clothing. The claws were beginning to bite at her skin. She remembered from her child hood, the first time that she had seen vilkas change. The last time she saw him before she went away. He hated becoming this thing. Loosing himself to the beast. For most, they are able to control their wolf blood... but Vilkas had always found it difficult. All she could do was stare up into the large, empty eyes, her heart racing, her whole body shaking and tears in her eyes. She winced as the paws grasped tighter and the claws dug further into her skin. She let out a short yelp as her skin was pierced and blood seeped around the claws. The wolf's eyes widened and it stumbled away. Maris rubbed her shoulders and looked away, her eyes tightly closed and tears streaming down her face. She didn't wasn't to see him turn back. She heard a piercing howl turn into a yell. When she looked up, Vilkas was looking away, drenched in blood.
"vilkas..." Maris muttered...
Maris remembered the first time she had seen him transform. She was 13. Her and vilkas had always been such good friends and they both understood that there were things that the other shouldn't know. So when he got angry, she had no idea what to expect. He lunged at her, almost ripped her thought out... until she screamed. The look in his eyes was one that she would never forget. Though it was plain to see that vilkas had no recollection of there childhood together. It saddened her slightly to have gone from such good friends to such spiteful rivals.
She wished it could be the same.