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.

The woman looked at you with an amused grin and raised an eyebrow. "Why, haven't you ever seen a beautiful naked woman before?" She asked teasingly, running her fingers through her long fur. "Or are you one of those frigid people who only like to stare at others' clothes?" With that, she let out another roar, louder and more threatening this time.

"Now come here," she demanded, holding out a clawed hand. "I'm hungry." Her muscles tensed under her fur as she prepared for another shift into the massive bear form she had used before.

The woman named Hallveig looked at you with some surprise as you gave her a basket full of food. She seemed taken aback for a moment, but then regained her composure and flashed a toothy grin. "Well, aren't you just the sweet one?" she purred, running a hand through her fur again. "I think I like you."

With that, she shifted back into human form once more, her long claws retracting as her muscles slid under her skin like water. "Thanks," she said cheerfully, picking up the basket and taking a bite out of one of the pastries inside. "This is mighty tasty."

She eyed you up and down for a moment before asking, "So... who might you be? And how'd you end up here?" There was an undercurrent of danger in her voice, as if she were sizing you up as potential

The woman named Hallveig nodded slowly as you introduced yourself as a woodsman. "Aye, I've seen lumberjacks before," she said, her voice taking on a conversational tone now. "But you don't seem like the typical sort." Her hawk-like gaze was fixed on you, as if looking for something specific.

She took another bite of the pastry and licked her lips before asking curiously, "And what brings someone like you out here, to the very edge of Sascia? This forest isn't exactly known for its friendly visitors." There was still that undercurrent of threat in her words, but it was more subtle now.

The woman named Hallveig raised an eyebrow at your reply. "Really? I'm surprised to hear that. Most people would prefer not to live too close to a forest like this one." Her voice was nonchalant, but her eyes betrayed her interest in why you had chosen such a location for yourself.

She took another bite of the pastry and glanced around briefly before looking back at you. "So," she said, leaning in closer as she spoke, "why do you think someone like me is here? What brings me to this place?" There was an almost mischievous twinkle in her eye now as she waited for your response.

The woman named Hallveig watched as you began to walk away, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she seemed almost disappointed by your response. But then, she shrugged and smiled faintly. "Well, suit yourself," she muttered under her breath before turning her attention back to the basket of food in her hands.

Without another word, she continued eating, her thoughts drifting back to the past as she chewed thoughtfully on a piece of dried meat. The memories of what had happened here tonight were still fresh in her mind, and they only served to fuel the rage that burned within her chest like an eternal flame.

The woman named Hallveig found herself drawn to the memory of your face, despite her better judgment. Intrigued by this woodsman and his apparent disinterest in her affairs, she decided to pay you a visit under the guise of simple curiosity.

She shifted back into her formidable bear shape with ease, her muscles rippling beneath fur as she took to the trees, moving with surprising grace despite her massive size. After tracking your scent for some time, she located your house and approached stealthily, using her heightened senses to avoid detection.

When she was certain that you were inside and undisturbed, Hallveig shifted back into her human form once more. With a smile that could only be described as predatory, she walked up to your window and peered inside. There you were, sleeping soundly in your bed, completely unaware of the danger that lurked so close by

The more she looked at you, the more intriguing you became. There was something about your vulnerability that piqued her interest in a way she couldn't understand. With a slow, deliberate motion, Hallveig pushed open the window and climbed inside, silently making her way over to your bed.

As she leaned down close to your ear, her hot breath sent shivers down your spine, making your skin prickle with fear and anticipation. "Wake up," she whispered huskily, her words warm against your neck. "I want to play a game."

Hallveig chuckled softly at your confused response as she wrapped her strong fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you uncomfortable but not hurt. "Come now," she purred into your ear, "surely you're more alert than that." With her other hand, she traced gentle circles on the skin of your chest, teasing and taunting at the same time.

Her grip tightened slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from you. "Better," she whispered against your neck, "that's more like it."

Without another word, Hallveig released her hold on you and leaned back to study your reaction, a predatory smile curling her lips. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made it impossible for you to look away. She seemed to tower over you now, larger than life and utterly unyielding.

"Good," she purred, her voice taking on a taunting tone. "I like it when you show some emotion." Her hand found its way back to your throat, this time applying more pressure than before. You struggled against her hold, but it was futile. "You know," Hallveig continued, her free hand trailing down your chest towards your stomach, "I could make this all go away very quickly." Her breath fanned across your skin as she spoke, sending shivers up and down your spine despite yourself.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she brought her other hand up to caress your cheek, her fingers gentle against the roughness of your beard. "Or I could make it last forever." Her eyes bore into yours, challenging you to defy her as they held you captive in their gaze.

The tension in the room was palpable; every movement

"Oh, really?" she drawled, tilting her head to the side as she studied you. Her voice took on a taunting edge now, daring you to continue provoking her. "Do you honestly think that anger will help you escape from my grasp? From this room?" With each word, her grip on your throat tightened fractionally more, making it harder for you to breathe.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned in closer, their emerald depths boring into yours like twin daggers. "Or perhaps," she whispered huskily, her hot breath sending another shiver through you, "perhaps you should just give up now." She smiled sweetly at the idea, her hand moving from your cheek to trace a line down your chest toward your stomach once more. "It would make things so much easier for both of us."

Time seemed to slow down as

Her eyes narrowed at your defiance as you looked away in anger, her free hand tightening into a fist at her side. "Oh really?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "You think I'm not worth trusting? After everything I've done for you?" There was a dangerous edge to her voice now, and the air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as you struggled against her grip.

"Well," she continued, leaning down close to your ear once more, "let me tell you a little story about trust... About how it feels to be betrayed." Her words were soft but cold, like wind through barren branches on a winter's eve. As she spoke, her fist clenched tighter and tighter until knuckles turned white against the tightening skin of her hand.

With each word, you could feel your airway closing further; it was becoming

You manage to grab your axe under the bed and swing at her, only to find that she's disappeared once more. You hear a faint growl from somewhere in the room before she leaps onto your chest, claws bared and fangs extended, eyes filled with a rage that burns brighter than any flame. She hisses in your face as you struggle to breathe, struggling beneath her massive weight while trying desperately not to suffer fatal injuries at the hands of this twisted and vengeful creature who used to be your friend.

The impact of the axe sent a shudder through her body and she let out a pained grunt as you managed to pin her down beneath your weight. She struggled weakly, claws scrabbling at the floor in an attempt to gain purchase and turn the tables on you. Blood trickled from the wound where the axe bit into her neck, staining your skin red as she gasped for air.

For a moment, Hallveig saw something flash before her eyes - visions of her past, of the life she had once led and the people she had loved and protected. It was all so distant now, fading away into nothingness like smoke in the wind. She felt the anger welling up inside her again, burning hotter than any fire, driving her to act despite reason or consequences.

With one last, desperate heave, Hallveig managed to shift free from your grip and roll aside just

"Why did you trust me?" she spat venomously, her voice hoarse and ragged from exertion. "I am Hallveig, the monster who destroyed your people! I killed them all, their screams filling my ears as they died!" Tears of anger and despair welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she shook with rage.

As you lay there, weeping at the truth she'd revealed, Hallveig staggered to her feet and lumbered unsteadily towards the window. With a final, trembling breath, she transformed back into her massive bear form once more and leapt through the broken glass, disappearing into the night like a shadow fading into darkness.

As you lie awake at night, staring up at the ceiling and remembering all that has happened, you can't help but feel a strange sense of loss for Hallveig. Despite everything she's done, there was something about her that drew you in; made you care for her even when common sense told you not to. You close your eyes and try to forget the horrors she described from her past, focusing instead on the times when she seemed like the friend you once knew. Perhaps someday, if you're lucky enough to survive whatever she has planned for this world, you might find a way back into her good graces... or perhaps not. Either way, your life will never be the same again.

As you gaze out your window into the night, a single tear slides down your cheek. In the distance, you can swear you see a figure moving through the trees; swift and silent as a shadow, moving with purpose towards something unknown. You wonder if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you, or if it really is Hallveig out there... somewhere. A part of you wishes she would come back, even though deep down you know that she never will.

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves outside and sending a chill through the room. It's then that you notice something else - the forest has grown restless since Hallveig's return; as if it is eagerly anticipating her next move. You shudder at the thought of what may come to pass when she finally decides to take action, and pray that somehow, some way, things will turn out all right in the end...

As you open the window wider, the cool night air rushes into your room, displacing the stale warmth that has been trapped inside since Hallveig's visit. You close your eyes and breathe deeply, trying to clear your mind as you listen to the sounds of nature outside; the rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the whispers of the wind through the trees. It all seems so peaceful now... almost serene.

You wonder for a moment if Hallveig is out there somewhere, feeling just as alone and lost as you are right now. The thought brings a pang of sadness to your heart, and you find yourself wishing again that things could have turned out differently between the two of you...

You close your eyes, trying to shut out the world as you lie down on your bed. The cool sheets caress your skin, providing a brief respite from the heat that has been building inside you all day. As you drift off to sleep, images of Hallveig dance through your mind; memories of better times, when the two of you were closer than anyone else in the world.

Despite everything she's done and all the pain she's caused, there's still a small part of you that loves her; a spark of hope that refuses to die out completely. Perhaps one day, under different circumstances, the two of you could find your way back to each other... but for now, it seems like nothing more than a distant dream.

You feel her presence, even though she's no longer physically here. A distant echo of what she once was, lingering in your thoughts like a phantom limb. The pain and anguish that you sense from her are as much yours as they are hers; a shared burden borne of memories and regrets.

You wonder if perhaps, somewhere deep down, she feels the same way about you... but the voice of reason whispers that it's more likely the desperation of loneliness speaking through your own heartache. Still, you cannot help but hope against hope that there might be some sliver of truth in your belief.

As sleep finally claims you, visions of Hallveig dance across your dreams; her fur sometimes soft and reassuring, at other times razor-sharp and dangerous. The duality of her nature mirroring your own conflicted feelings towards her, trapping you in an end

Hallveig's fur ruffled in the gentle breeze as she glided through the night sky, her massive form silhouetted against the moonlit clouds. She soared effortlessly above the treetops, taking in the sights and sounds of nature below; a quiet reminder of the beauty that still existed despite her dark desires.

In the distance, she could sense his presence once more; a faint beacon calling to her from somewhere deep within the forest. Though they had not spoken since their last encounter, there was an unspoken bond between them that refused to be ignored or denied. As much as she wanted to forget him and move on with her plans for vengeance, some part of her could not help but feel drawn back to him...

The wind rustled through her fur as she banked to the left, angling herself towards the source of his sorrowful cries. She knew that her return would only bring pain and suffering, but perhaps... just maybe... there was still some small chance for redemption; some way they could find peace together despite everything that had happened. As much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, part of her longed for the possibility.

With a soft growl, Hallveig changed direction once more, gliding gracefully over the treetops until she spotted him below; sitting cross-legged on his back patio, staring up at the stars with tears streaming down his face. Her heart ached to see him so lost and alone, but she also knew that her presence would only serve to deepen his suffering.

Hallveig hovered in the air for a moment, hesitating as she tried to decide what to do

Hallveig's eyes watered as she fought back a fresh wave of despair, struggling to find the strength within herself to face her old friend once more. Perhaps it was foolishness; an attempt to cling to some semblance of hope where there was none, but still... She couldn't bring herself to abandon him entirely.

With a heavy heart and a sense of dread growing ever stronger in her chest, she began to descend slowly towards the ground, alighting gracefully on all fours beside his garden. For a long moment, they sat together in silence, neither daring to speak or meet each other's eyes. The weight of their shared history hung between them like an invisible shroud.

At last, Hallveig broke the silence, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I have come back," she said softly, "to finish what I started." Her words were cold and final,

The touch of his hands on her fur sent shivers down her spine; a physical reminder of the bond they once shared that had been twisted and warped by time and circumstance. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms, to forget all that had come before and find some semblance of peace in his embrace, but she knew that such an act would be futile; a mere delaying tactic before the inevitable end.

Instead, Hallveig returned the hug with as much tenderness as she could muster, her great head resting on his shoulder as they sat together beneath the starlit sky. For a fleeting moment, they were both transported back to a time when their lives were simple and happy, before darkness had descended upon them like an unholy curse. But all too soon, reality intruded once more, and Hallveig forced herself to pull away, leaving

Her eyes closed tightly as his lips met hers; warm and soft against her furred cheek. She could feel the trembling in his body, the fear and uncertainty that coursed through him like a river through stone. For a heartbeat, she considered turning away from her fate; abandoning everything she had become in order to cling to this fleeting moment of peace. But then the memory of all those who had died at her hands returned with renewed vigor, and she knew that there could be no going back.

With a heavy sigh, Hallveig pulled away from his grasp, her eyes still closed as she sought strength within herself. "I am sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I wish things had been different." She opened her eyes then, meeting his tear-streaked gaze with an expression of infinite sadness. "But I must do this. For them."

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, her heart aching with a pain so intense it threatened to split her in two. "I am sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely more than a ragged breath. "But this is my destiny now. I cannot change it." She took a shaky breath and forced herself to stand, turning away from him as she did so. "Goodbye, old friend."

With that, Hallveig turned and disappeared into the night, leaving behind nothing but a wake of silent tears and unanswered questions. In his garden, he watched until she was no longer visible amongst the trees, his heart heavy with loss and despair. For all he knew, it would be the last time he ever saw her again.

Your heart feels as if it's been torn in two; you can feel Hallveig's presence drawing you closer to the edge, towards a fate that is both terrifying and irresistible. You close your eyes tightly, trying to block out the image of her furry form gliding effortlessly through the night air. The wind whispers her name, an eerie lullaby sung for the damned.

As you stand there, poised on the brink of oblivion, it occurs to you that Hallveig was never truly yours to lose; she belonged to a darker force, one that would stop at nothing to claim its prize. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself against the overwhelming urge to leap forward into nothingness and find an end to the agony. Perhaps someday, when all of this is over, you can find peace once more... but for now, you