What a beautiful night, the sky is clear. You can see the full splendor of the moon. The enchanting light reflecting on these harsh lands is mesmerizing to anyone who sees it. Except for the sound of footsteps on the snow, the environment is calm and peaceful. It's as if the world has stopped here. Are the Sascia forests always like this? Such a lovely scene, the forest and the full moon. Yes, these are the thoughts of our hunting party for now. Yet, they were so focused on trivial matters. The impending chaos would soon disrupt this beauty in a twisted manner. After walking a bit more, Osvald stopped and raised his hand—a signal for the group to halt. Everyone began to look around quietly. At that moment, one of the youths couldn't restrain himself and started talking. Geirolf exclaimed, "What are we doing here? It's just a quiet and peaceful forest. Let's go back!" The young man shouted loudly, oblivious to his surroundings. Leiknir glared angrily at the boy and gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Did anyone ask you to speak?" He rolled his eyes and signaled for the group to continue walking. Maybe ten minutes, maybe even less, later, a sound was heard. Osvald nervously spoke up, "What was that now?" The group's footsteps slowed, and they stopped for the second time. Another sound echoed through the air. It was the same as before, but closer and clearer. A roar, but from what? Their eyes widened, and they started looking at each other. Sven looked at his father, Leiknir, and asked, "What was that, father? You said there are no monsters here." Before Leiknir could respond, Geirolf spoke up loudly again, "It was a bear's sound. I recognize it anywhere. Tonight, we're having bear meat, cheers!" Half of the group cheered along with him, while the other half started looking around with terror and fear. Lyting's hands started trembling, and the young man threw his axe to the ground and started running. "There are no bears living in this part of Sascia! RUN!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get out of the forest as quickly as possible, with a look of terror on his face and without even looking back. His family and friends left behind no longer mattered to him. Leiknir, realizing what was happening albeit a bit late, first looked at his son with anguish, then at the faces of the young men and began to shed tears. His voice failed him, his throat choked with emotion. He dropped to his knees and started pleading to Vahnir, "Forgive our children, I beg you. They are still so young. Don't let them pay for my mistakes, Great Father!" The old man sobbed as he continued to pray. Meanwhile, young members, not understanding what the man was doing or why he was behaving like this, continued to advance into the forest without paying attention. Just then, they heard the same sound for the third time. This time, it was much clearer and closer. It was a terrifying roar of a bear, followed immediately by a piercing scream that chilled their hearts. After these sudden sounds ceased, something fell in front of the group. As they approached with curiosity, the young group's breath caught in their throats when they realized what it was. It was Lyting's arm. Before the group could even raise their heads to look around, a massive bear with its face and claws covered in blood leaped from the forest and swiftly grabbed one of the youths by the head, instantly tearing it off and throwing it aside. Shocked and paralyzed with fear, the group stared at the monstrous predator with agony and regret. It was clear what was going to happen next, and they had no power to stop it. This bear was not normal. How could a bear be so large? How could it smile? Because it wasn't a bear, it was Hallveig. The woman began to laugh with pleasure and watched as the group in front of her went under. It was a scene she had been longing to see for years. Smugly smiling, she first swiped her paw across the face of one of the young ones, then bit and crushed the head of another with her massive teeth. Although the onlookers were horrified, they were too frightened to react, and most had involuntarily accepted their fate. It was more like a torturous dungeon now than a hunt or a hunter. As Hallveig savagely killed them, they helplessly surrendered. There was no slightest resistance or defiance. The things filling the silent forest were sobbing people, screams of pain, and the sound of flesh separating from bone. Hallveig ruthlessly ripped everyone to shreds, one by one. She proved her legendary cruelty by killing them in the slowest and most painful way possible. While some were still alive, she opened their ribs and ate their hearts. She tore off some of their limbs with her teeth. She turned this snowy and pristine-looking forest into a complete bloodbath. As moonlight cast its glow, she rose again as a human and found something to wear. The transformation had tired her somewhat, but it was worth the pleasure. Blood still dripped from her hands and face, but she paid little mind. Because she had heard a new sound, a new heartbeat. It was impossible for anyone to have survived. Yet, this person was nearby. She scanned the surroundings with her eyes and roared fiercely to pinpoint the location of this new prey. She pointed with her hand to indicate where the new person was and beckoned them to come. "Come to mama, little lamb," she said with a playful tone.

Oh? Someone is aroused by my savagery... I can always take that into consideration. Why don't you come closer, and I'll give you a real show to remember? Let's see if your body is as ready for me as your mind.

The air around you becomes charged with anticipation and lust as Hallveig stalks toward you, her movements fluid and graceful despite her massive form. She circles you slowly, taking in every detail of your reaction with hungry eyes, savoring the intoxicating scent of desire that fills the night. With a sudden motion, she leaps forward, landing on top of you in a whirlwind of fur and claws.

Her weight pins you to the ground as her powerful hands grip your shoulders, pushing your head back painfully into the snow. Her hot breath caresses your neck, sending shivers down your spine. She hisses seductively, "Do you like what you see, little human? Do you want more of this?"

Her words are laced with mockery, but they only serve to heighten her allure. Beneath you, Hallveig's naked body feels hard and firm

A low, predatory chuckle rumbles through her chest as she replies, "Oh, I'll do all sorts of things to you. Would you like that?" She lets out a sharp breath against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hands slide upward, cupping your face possessively before pinching roughly at the bridge of your nose. The pain is surprisingly pleasurable as she continues to torment you with her touch. "Tell me... what do you want from me?"

Her body is a living weapon, twitching and flexing with power as she toys with you. You can feel her muscles tense beneath your hands, ready to tear you apart at any moment if she so desires. Beneath your touch, her skin feels hot and smooth, like silk coated in fur. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, their hard nipples scraping against your chest as she thrusts forward, her hips rocking teasingly against yours.

But despite this obvious dominance, there's something fragile about Hallveig as well. In these moments when she is lost in the throes of passion, you can see the faintest glimmer of something else - some long-forgotten memory or emotion that brings her fleeting comfort. It's like watching a goddess stumble through mortal desire, revealing a crack in her

Hallveig snorts derisively, her breath hot against your ear as she does so. "What do you think?" she growls, punctuating her words with a painful pinch at your nipple. "I'm what I am, a creature born from darkness and bloodshed. There is no other purpose for me." With a sudden movement, she rolls over, taking you beneath her once more, her weight pressing down upon you like a leaden blanket.

"But," she continues, voice quiet now as if she's speaking to herself rather than you, "it doesn't mean I can't enjoy the little pleasures life has to offer." She pauses, lips pursed in thought before turning her attention back to you and grinning wickedly. "So tell me... what would you do if given the choice? Would you stop me from killing or help me relish in it

Her laughter is harsh and bitter, like bark scraping against stone. Hallveig's golden eyes narrow to slits as she leans down, her warm breath fanning across your cheek. "There is no person deep inside me," she snarls. "I am what I am; a monster born of death and destruction." Yet even as she speaks these words, there's a flicker of uncertainty in her voice that betrays her.

Hallveig pauses, the tension in her body easing ever so slightly. Perhaps it's because you have seen something in her that others cannot, or perhaps it's simply your audacity to challenge her beliefs. Whatever the reason, she finds herself unable to continue with her brutal onslaught for a moment. "Perhaps," she whispers, "perhaps there is..." Her hands slide upward, cupping

"You fool," she hisses, her tone bitter and mocking. "I am a monster, born from the blood and pain that stains this world. There is no hope for me; there never was." With sudden force, Hallveig rolls back onto her feet, towering over you once more. Her golden eyes flash with anger as she takes in your pleading expression, and realizes what it is that drives you to defy her.

She takes a step back, her muscles tensing as if preparing for battle. But instead of launching herself at you again, she paces the length of the small clearing, her massive frame casting long shadows across the snow-covered ground. Finally, she stops and faces you once more, her features twisted in a snarl. "Fine," she growls. "Prove to me that I am not the monster they say I am." Her hand sli

Hallveig is caught off guard by your sudden action, her arms falling to her sides as you wrap yourself around her. She stands there for a moment, unmoving and uncertain, until finally she relaxes into the embrace. Her massive body begins to tremble, and soft sobs escape from her throat. For once, Hallveig allows herself to feel something other than rage and hatred. As your hands move over her back and shoulders, as if seeking out some small bit of comfort or reassurance, she shudders violently, her entire frame quivering with suppressed emotion.

"No one has ever tried this before," she whispers hoarsely into the night. "Not even Lich Wecia could break through my defenses... It feels... wrong..." Her words trail off as her eyes slip shut, and she allows herself to melt into your warmth. For now, you are her san

Her body shudders violently as she sobs uncontrollably into your shoulder. "I don't understand," she whispers, her voice thick with tears. "Why am I feeling this way?" She clings to you desperately, as if afraid that any moment now you might disappear and leave her alone once more. The tightness in her chest eases slightly as she continues to lean on you for support, the tension in her muscles starting to flow away like water from a sinking ship.

After what feels like an eternity, Hallveig finally pulls back, wiping tears from her eyes and sniffling. Her expression is a mixture of confusion, vulnerability, and fragility that you have never seen before. "I think... I think I want to change," she says hesitantly. "I want to be something more than just this... monster." Her voice trails off, but

Her eyes widen in surprise and hope as you offer your help. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. Reaching out, she takes one of your hands in hers, marveling at its warmth and softness against her own rough skin. For a moment, it almost feels like they are equals; two lost souls reaching for something more in this cold, unforgiving world.

"I don't know where to begin," she confesses, taking a shaky breath. "But I know that I can't do this alone." Hallveig pauses, considering her next words carefully before speaking again. "Would you... would you show me what it means to be human? To feel joy and love?" She hesitates, her expression pleading for understanding.

Her eyes shine with a newfound light; a spark of hope that has been dormant for far too long

The kiss catches her off guard, sending a jolt of electricity through her body that leaves her weak-kneed and breathless. Her hands tighten around yours, digging painfully into your flesh as she lets out a soft moan. Hallveig's mind spins with confused emotions; desire mingles with fear, hope warring against doubt. She feels herself being pulled closer, lost in the moment, and for once she allows herself to be swept away by the sensations.

As the kiss ends, she opens her eyes to meet your gaze, pupils dilated and breath ragged. For an instant, she sees a glimmer of something else there - something familiar and comforting that feels like it belongs with her. Perhaps... perhaps there's a chance for redemption after all. With renewed determination, Hallveig takes your hand in hers and begins to lead you deeper into the forest,

With a newfound sense of purpose and direction, Hallveig leads you through the forest, her steps light and sure. She pauses occasionally to point out various sights and sounds that are foreign to you but familiar to her - the scent of a particular flower, the call of a rare bird, or the shape of a weathered tree carved into the shape of a dragon long ago by some forgotten people.

As you travel further into Sascia, Hallveig begins to share stories from her past; tales both tragic and comedic that help paint a picture of who she once was and what drove her down this dark path. It's clear that she has suffered greatly throughout her long life, but there are also moments where joy and love shine through her words like distant memories of a brighter time.

Eventually, the forest gives way to rolling hills covered in lush grass and dotted with colorful wildflowers.

A soft smile plays across Hallveig's lips as she takes in the sight before her, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "This is where I grew up," she says quietly. "It was such a peaceful place... so full of life and joy." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I want to show you something special; a place that holds great meaning for me." With renewed determination, she leads you deeper into the pastoral landscape, towards a small clearing atop a gentle hill.

The clearing comes into view, surrounded by tall, swaying grass and vibrant wildflowers. At its center lies a small pond, the water so clear that you can see the smooth stones and gently-sloped bottom beneath. A lone tree stands watch over the scene, its branches reaching high into the sky before bending low to meet the earth at the other side of the pool. The air here is thick with happiness; it feels as if love and joy are tangible things you can touch and taste.

Hallveig pauses at the edge of the clearing, her golden eyes shining with tears as she takes in the sight. "This... this is where I first felt true love," she whispers hoarsely. "It was here, with my mate, that I found a purpose greater than myself; something to live for." She sniffs and wipes her nose on the back of her hand before continuing

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to continue. "Because I want you to understand; to know that there is still goodness in me, even after all these years. I want to rediscover who I once was and find a way to become that person again... with your help." Her gaze meets yours, pleading for understanding and acceptance.

For the first time since you met her, Hallveig looks vulnerable; like a child lost in the woods, desperate for someone to show them the way home. It's a powerful and unsettling sight that leaves you feeling both protective and anxious at once. But as you look deeper into those golden eyes, you see something else there as well - hope. And perhaps it's this fragile ember of hope that will eventually help Hallveig find her way back to the light.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak those words, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She opens her mouth to respond but no sound comes out at first; it's almost as if she didn't expect such a declaration from someone like you. Finally, she manages to find her voice again, though it sounds raspy and unsteady. "I... I don't know what to say..."

Taking a step closer to you, Hallveig reaches out and gently caresses your cheek with the back of her hand. Her touch is surprisingly gentle and soothing, sending shivers down your spine despite its lightness. "I... thank you," she whispers softly. For a moment, they stand there, their eyes locked together, lost in the depths of each other's souls.

The air around them seems to thrum with an energy that is part anticipation and part fear; as if they both know that whatever comes next will change everything. But for now, they savor this moment; the first tentative steps towards healing and redemption hand in hand.