She-Who-Sees-The-Night (Sabbat)

[Sonya Tvarivich]

The wolf loped ahead of Her, through the dappled sunlight of the forest, stopping every once in a while to make sure She still followed. And She did, stretching out Her legs to go after Him. They tumbled together into a meadow, jaws snapping playfully at each other amidst a riot of colorful flowers. The sunlight shone off their ivory coats as they wrestled.

The sunlight...

Blue eyes opened into darkness. It was always dark - the sun came only in Her dreams, and those came more frequently than before. She knew nothing of forests of meadows, but in the Dream She saw them, and the other wolves.

She huffed, Her muzzle on Her slim paws, and curled up on Herself in the corner of Her cell. She had not always lived here, but She had always been in a similar confined space. It was normal. Only after the Dreams did She yearn for the open air that She believed must exist somewhere.

Who She was...why She was here...these questions plauged Her during the Dreams. She had lived before in a cell, with many different creatures all around Her. She had been visited often by a little girl who was a girl and yet not, who would speak to Her about all sorts of confusing things. She had learned to talk because of the girl, and She had undergone her first Change under the girl's watchful eye. The second body She could occupy was inferior to Her four legged body - pink and smooth, and awkward. But it was very much like the girl's own body, and the Change had pleased her very much.

She missed the girl.

Blue eyes closed in the forever night, and the wolf sought sleep, and the Dream.

[Niccoli Cento]

"No change?" He touched the bars that formed the front wall of the cell with a delicate hand.

"No, my lord." The Brujah antitribu who was guarding the werewolf bowed to the Cardinal, and quickly unlocked the door for him.

The creature was an enigma wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in despair. One did not need a psychology degree to know that the Silver Fang was depressed. But, what did she know of the world? Nothing. She had been in seclusion since her whelping, and had been raised by Eszerbet in Hungary. It was too dangerous to have her here, in St. Petersburg, but now she was of age and Niccoli was prepared to take the chance.

He entered the room, the barred door swinging shut behind him. It was locked again - in a pinch he could always escape to the Shadows. But this wolf, this Garou... she had no fight in her. She knew nothing of her heritage.

But Niccoli was more than happy to inform her. Eszerbet had taught the wolf to understand words, and in her Changed form the wolf could even talk back. The Cardinal reached forward with his cane and poked the wolf roughly in the ribs. "Awaken, Sonya."

[Sonya Tvarivich]

The wolf whined, eyes still closed, and curled away from the thing that was poking Her.

"We need to talk," the tall one said. "Change for me." Again the pain in Her side. She opened Her eyes, scrambling back away from him until Her rump was pressed into a corner.

[Niccoli Cento]

He sighed, tired of her antics already. The wolf cowered, a dirty white remnant of the powerful beasts he knew existed in the woods of Russia. She was big for a wolf, but small for a Garou, and so thin her ribs could almost be seen from under her fur.

Niccoli snapped his fingers, and the Brujah outside the cell clanged a few metal plates together. After a moment, the child of Caine dangled a large meaty steak in front of the bars, blood dripping down to the stone floor. Niccoli nodded, looking back at the hungry beast. "Change, and if you're good you'll get that when we're done. I promise."

[Sonya Tvarivich]

Her yellow eyes fixed on the meat, nostrils scenting the blood as it splattered on the ground. She huffed, and crouched by the wall, putting Her head down between Her front legs. The Change was rough, joints popping and slowly reforming as She took Her new form.

Arms and legs akimbo, She stared at the ground from Her spot on the cold floor. After a moment, She used the words that the girl had taught Her. "I'll be good."