Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

Sympathy filled her gaze as she watched the transformation happen. Did she look like that when it happened? When her mind broke and she forgot. She?d just look and think and fear would fill her. Cripple her and turn her into a thing of rage. She shook her head at the thought and pushed it aside for now. Ghost needed someone who understood her and her king was failing her.

She suddenly felt so old. She was only three. How old could she honestly be? Yet those last two years had felt like an eternity. When madness had taken her sanity away. Did she even remember what it was like to be free of her mind? No, she couldn?t recall a single time where she was just a normal little girl. She had to have been because her parents had loved her at one point. Yet, when he fell.. it burned every time she thought about it or tried to. The puppet master wouldn?t let her remember and she all but laughed. Oh she knew what ghost meant more then she realized. Her mind would never allow her to remember that on her own. Someone would have to tell her for it to sink in.

She heard the words of kings, those that ruled the world into the ground. Turned everything they touched into ashes. Her master had been a king. Lothaire, he had ruled the mad pack and what was she doing now? Following down his path. How ironic. Perhaps it had always been meant for her and she had only needed to learn to be a follower first. To know what it was like to be ruled over before she could properly rule others. She couldn?t help but take the words to heart. She never wanted her wolves to think she didn?t care for them. They were her?s and she would know them all.

?If you wander into my lands, be sure to call. If you forget then one of my wolves will take you to me for judgment. I have given my judgment. You are welcome in my home if you want it.? She said with finality that meant it would go unquestioned. Even if she trespassed she would be pardoned from the enslavement rule. ?You must find a trigger.? She offered, blood was hers. It brought her back into her skin and made her remember. It was why her forelegs were littered with abrasions.