Emotion.

~The visit from the always impressive Morton had compelled her to make her Change, she could feel her perceptions of the world around her slowly changing, shifting and knew that it was time she allowed herself to once again be mortal, to Change and allow her body to be Human and to feel and see everything that came along with that. At first she had felt very little, her hands pressing into the soft earth of the forest, nails instantly digging into the dirt before she pushed herself up from the ground to stand on her shaking limbs. The cool wind brought goosebumps to her damp, bare flesh as she slowly scanned the area to assure she was indeed alone. Confident she was safe, she took her first steps in nearly a week of being Wolf, and could feel the unease in her legs, the burning sensation tear through muscles that hadn't been used in all those passing days and flinched, if only for a moment. Her balance was off, but her jaw set and she pushed herself to just continue moving, her hand reaching for the trunk of an old oak that had seen better days to steady herself for the moment. She was beauty in all its forms, her body perfect porportions, full lush curves with her curled chocolate hair reaching to nearly her lower back. Flesh so golden and vibrant it would make most wish for such a flawless complextion. Of course, these traits she possessed had everything to do with her Lycanthrope genes, and the breeding of her Pack. Slow, deep breaths of the Spring air helped clear her mind, allowed the irritating lingering pains of her muscle twitches fade away until she was once more moving for her Den. A shower would be taken, a call made to Morton to discuss what he had already said - yet she had not understood completely. Already she could feel the sorrow of being without her Brujah seeping back into her body, the heart ache of being alone all these weeks and the uncertainty of when or even if she would ever have him again. The urge to climb into his tomb, to curl her body against his unmoving, and very dead one was almost unreal - she was familar with cravings, delt with them nearly on a daily basis - but this one, this was much different and she found herself in a constant internal battle. It was important to leave his resting place untouched, keep it unnoticed and away from any waiting eyes. Her visiting him daily would only draw attention, and so for his safety, and hers, she kept her distance although it pained her to do so. Soon, she'd tell herself. Very soon Hayden would leave, and she could once again see Christian, feel him, hear him and taste him... god she fucking longed for him.~