A girl, out of nowhere, was standing behind the Nord male that Danacia was currently torturing. She locked her eyes on her, staring through her body with soulless blue eyes. Danacia felt the look, instantly, having now been on top of the Nord sitting on his stomach and holding him still in her focus through his seizures as she choked him from one grasp. Danacia's tiny, small hands, looked almost like they were the paw of a wolf with how she was grabbing the man so tight. The girl, black hair and pale blue skin stood up, and Danacia lifted her head as she felt the movement. She locked her eyes into the girl as she herself stood up, and her eyes were now full wolf. She growled, releasing the male from her torture session on the ground as he was covered in a pool of sweat and still foaming out the mouth grasping for air.
"You touch my boy, girl? I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD." The girl growled back, tightening her fists as she rolled her neck around and cracked it.
Danacia sniffed the air. Half breed. This was personal. Danacia growled angrily through the ruckus of the room, "Let's take this outside." The girl agreed, and then the two of them dodged through the bar fight till they escaped through the door. She nor Danacia cared if anyone saw.
The winds were still blistery as they headed outside not caring to the world that their skin began to puff up in goosebumps and take the chill of their surroundings hard and fast. Danacia ran from the girl, disappearing into the thick of the snow as she met in the center of the road. The girl didn't care, she could see her, she knew where she was. On the girl's face rested white warpaint, swirls, on both sides, and a large scar that went from the tip of her forehead dead center and all the way down to her chin. She called out as she met in the center of the streets, looking into the Aatu daughter's lime green eyes. "You EVER meet one like me, princess bitch? I hear you got exiled, and I hear you're up for free game of prey."
"You ever heard of protected royalty, fluffing half breed slut? What is that you're mate in there I almost killed?" Danacia smirked, her fangs coming through as she slowly began to twist and turn in awkward directions and was suddenly shrouded in thick darkness. Soon, she was covered in white fur all over and she roared flexing her large brute form.
The half breed girl transformed as well, revealing her black coat, and weaker exterior. The two wolves got on their hind legs, circling one another, that is until the girl leapt onto Danacia. Danacia was shrouded in a lime green fire all over her body that right when the girl hit her, sent into into a yelp of pain as she threw her back. Danacia flung forward, roaring again as the girl got up and they headed for one another bashing. Claws went everywhere, and blood splattered over the clean white snow and covered Danacia's beautiful white pelt. Danacia bit deep into the girls neck who let out an ear shattering whine, and she stuck her talons deep into her stomach pushing her to the ground. Now on top of her, she still had her grip on the girl's neck as she dug deeper sending her into a series of cries for pain. The girl struggled underneath Danacia's over powering, and large, wolf exterior. Danacia held her down as each of her legs stood on each of the girl's squirming legs that slowly lost pace over time as she held tight. "Sleep now, sleep..." Danacia echoed telepathically into the girl's mind. The wolf spirit in Danacia's eyes were hungry for blood of the prey, and so it got it's meal.
After she stopped kicking, and breathing, Danacia pulled her teeth away from her neck and she moved around the dead werewolf on all fours. She grabbed around the neck again as she began to drag the lifeless corpse around and behind the inn where she sat in darkness. In this form, Danacia was warm and could last out here for a few hours. She decided to wait out the bar fight as she continued to eat her new meal savoring each little piece of her kill.
Before none became the wiser, Danacia was headed her way back inside cleaned up from her kill. The corpse. She disposed of it. Didn't matter how, it was gone, and none would ever know. Danacia walked around from the back of the inn heading into the bar. There was a small amount of blood under her fingernails, but otherwise everything else was pretty clean. Good thing for snow, too. Danacia walked back to the group, having now seen everyone was cleaning up and the innkeeper was cursing up a storm. She looked over to Rellian with a smile, "Looks like you got your fight, huh?" The wolf in her eyes had disappeared.