She lives For me

by Raven-Skype

Sometimes you have to get lost to truly find yourself. Twilly, a werecat possesing Blodhtsalick, wonders if she strayed too far from the path. After a chance meeting with a pair of riders, Twilly is forced to reconsider her entire self.

1. Birth

I don't own it. Paolini does.

I remember the cold.

And the light.

I felt their eyes on me, the shock in my father's voice.

"Blödhtsalick…" said he, peering, awestruck, at the deformed bundle in his arms. A sea of unknown faces swarmed in an intangible blur before me, blending into each other without exception.

"Blood talons."

I felt the air rush around me, the drop of gravity in my stomach.

And I fell.