Please, let us go hunt Camille. I need to stretch, I promise that I won't go over board this time. Nikita purred in my mind. Her sweet, sultry voice wrapping around my heart like a snake. I groaned softly, I had laid in bed for nearly four days, doing nothing, staring at nothing and being nothing. "I don't want to go out, I want to lay here." I spoke aloud though no one could hear Nikita besides me. She was my lycan spirit and she and I did not get along. Odd to think, most lycans are one with the human host and we used to be but a lot of stuff has happened. There is a big tare in our relationship and she doesn't get let out much. Cammy.. Cammy please, you need to let me out you know what happen last time that you denied me. "Yeah all hell broke loose," I spat back. Rubbing my head, I sat up and hissed at the sudden movement. Black dots danced in my vision as my head lulled slightly. At the base of my skull a dull pounding awoke, a small whimper parted my plush lips as I rubbed it vigorously hoping the friction might ease it. This time slowly and aware of my body's stiff state I swung my feet over the side of the bed. Does that mean we are going hunting? Nikita yipped with glee. I could feel her prancing around in my mind with excitement. "Shh," I attempted to run a hand through my snarled locks but quickly aborted the mission when I kept snagging my hand in the knotted mess. Slowly I pushed myself into a standing position. My knees wobbled under the weight, slowly I started to take small steps toward the bathroom. Peeling off the night dress that was almost like a second skin, I draped a robe over me before reaching for the service bell.

The final bucket of steaming water was emptied into the washing tub and the small brown haired maid scurried out, a sheepish look on her face. "I am not going to tip you for doing your damn job," I barked at her. The poor girl about jumped out of her skin as she rushed out of the room. Quickly I let the the robe fall to the floor, a pool of white fabric around my feet. I eased myself into the tub, hissing slightly as the hot water met my clammy skin. "Holy hell," my body tensed at first before the hot water engulfed my waist. See doesn't that feel better, now hurry and scrub yourself so that we can go hunting. I hear it is a great time for those trolls we hunted up East. Nikita sighed with delight. "My Goddess can't I fucking bathe myself in peace Nikita, I just want to relax." I hollered. The Inn keep for the most part thought of me as a raving loon but like everyone else my money was just as spendable so she didn't say anything. Between me snapping at her employees and talking to Nikita that no one else can hear I guess I can see where she is coming from.

I dressed quickly, black tight pants that flattered my curves, white blouse that cut low and fit slightly loose until the fitted hem line that clung to just below my mid drift. My fingers quickly laced up my black corset that stopped just below my bust before I shrugged on my crimson color jacket. Black fitted boots finished my attire as I quickly braided my long honey brown locks to the side and made my way down to the common room. I didn't make eye contact with any one, I just briskly walked across the room, opened the door, down the steps and headed for the forest. The sweet, succulent smell of the out doors wrapped around me with comfort.

Tilting my head in the air toward the way the wind blows I waited for a moment. I took a deep breath, inhaling the smells around me. A hundred yards away a fawn was chewing on some grass, to the West about fifty yards away was what I was looking for. The smell of death clung to the particular trolls that I was looking for, they like to feast on the flesh of humans. Their favorite treat is children though, the meat to them is sweet because they aren't tainted yet with the world's chaos. I could feel Nikita growl with lust, I caught myself allowing my tongue to trace my lips with anticipation. "Easy Nikita, let me track them first." Oh fine but hurry. She whined.

I started towards off towards the trolls, following the scent of decay. I moved quickly, fluidly, and careful to watch my footing so that I wouldn't give away my location. I couldn't lie the excitement stirred in my belly, goose bumps rose on my arms as I closed the distances swiftly. I could hear them, trolls though very dangerous were not graceful. I watched as they stumbled and fought over what looked like a rotting hide of some poor animal they had caught.