Every development was her physical body becoming more, from what she felt initially was a mere afflicted Lycanthropey turned into that of a natural born. Further still she found out that she was above those even; a blessing and boon from the heroes before her she felt. The lion within had empowered her lycanthropy to new heights. No she wasn’t just some meager pup on the side of the road.
She was a precursor, a single instance of werewolf purity that stood over the others. A lord amongst lords. But she never quite put that much stock into it; even when other werewolves seemed to treat her differently because of her blood. Not even fighting, not even wanting to try to challenge her in any way shape or form. It was frustrating to find that her people were so tamed by a simple presence.
Yes. Her people. The lycans, the werewolves, the cursed or afflicted. The natural born even didn’t want to tussle with her. It was… strangling. Somehow. These thoughts on her mind as she stepped into Joya, a full closed helm around her head. Her stature was massive compared to those around her. The Assegai of Shaka zulu was firmly grasped in her hand; a dull thud ringing out as she walked through the streets. She stood a whole meter above those around her; she no longer hid what she was. The long hair and fur was well taken care of but also spoke of her giving into the beast within.
Not to the point of others but where she no longer felt like she was a monster but that she was something else entirely. Her armor shone blue and the woman continued to walk along the path in front of her. People moving out of the way; some gawking and some whispering.
Lucretia Wolfenstein…
It was a name on many of the lips here; she had gotten to the point of where it was impossible to hide her presence in any town she was in. But there was no fear with that name, just awe. Respect. She had become such a fierce protector of the people that it was impossible for anyone to mistake her for a villain now.
She'd exhale through the helmet as she continued along the street; sniffing softly as she sifted through the many scents that were present. She had quite a range that she could tell if there were people around. Some stank quite bad but the more subtle scents were the ones she was looking for.
Who had she come to Joya for anyways? The answer was a simple but harsh one... One that only a single person that would know. But it didn't matter if that person knew or not since... well they were dead. She had never shared that little tid bit of information with anyone. A tickle on her nose told her all that she needed to know. And a single word echoed through her mind with such venom, disdain and a certain trickle of blood lust.
"Mother."