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[b]Time:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Southwest of Roshmi City[/color]
[b]Interaction:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Brigitte [@Tae], Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo], and Zeva [@Pink Khione][/color]
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Bardulf continued walking along the path, for once not really looking where he was going or thinking of his surroundings. All of his focus was entirely internal as he fought a draining battle with the suddenly loud conscious inside him.

[color=crimson][i]CARVE THE MEAT. CLAIM YOUR KILL.[/i][/color]
[color=aqua][i]It wasn't even mine. Mister Luum finished it off, and the group did it together.[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][i]WE CREATED THE OPENING. YOU SIMPLY BACKED OFF.[/i][/color]
[color=aqua][i]The only thing we did was likely scare our friends. Whatever the hell you're "supposed" to be, I don't like it.[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][i]HMPH. SHELTER ME ALL YOU LIKE. I AM THE HUNTER WITHIN. THE ONE WHO KILLED THE BEAR THE LAST TIME.[/i][/color]

Bardulf would stop in his tracks, his head shooting up and eyes forward, as if starting at a ghost. There was nothing there, not even an apparition. Bardulf was merely seeing slight flashses in his mind's eye of the fateful night where his life truly took the darkest turn. He had tried to repress it, to ignore it and move on from it. But the feeling of watching his wife fall before that beast that dwarfed his own size was simply too devastating to let go of. His body felt weak, and he began to tumble to the side. He heard voices and even footsteps behind him, somewhat blurred by his lack of awareness. But as soon as he began to think about the others, about Rue, Bowyn, Brigitte, Mister Luum, and this new elf girl whose name was slipping his mind, the voice in his head rang clear once more.

[color=crimson][i]YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER. YOU ARE MEEK AND WASHED.[/i][/color]
[color=aqua][i]Shut up...[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][i]CAUGHT IN YOUR OWN DEN. UNAWARE.[/i][/color]
[color=aqua][i]Go...away...[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][i]NOW OUR PRECIOUS MATE IS DEAD.[/i][/color]

[h2][color=aqua]"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!"[/color][/h2]

Bardulf's rage became tangible. He was frustrated on so many levels. This persona of his that came bubbling forth was no apparition or possession. It was merely his own contempt for being unable to protect what was most dear to him. Even now, with all these powers, he barely kept his own against a near carbon copy of the animal that haunted his nightmares. Bardulf's senses finally began to return, his breathing heavy, hair hunged over his face. His anger wouldn't stop, as the normally stoic man felt the emotions come to a critical point, he noticed a shift in the air. Spark of energy seemed to dash around, his hair began to almost stand up on end. Not out of fear, but because the amount of static in the environment began to skyrocket. A few clouds overhead began to rumble, and before Bardulf could react...

[h2][b]CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAACKKKKKKKKK[/b][/h2]

A bolt had pierced the heavens and landed onto the ground in front of him. It nearly caused him to fall back from the sudden shock of it all. The energy from the bolt seemed to almost cling to Bardulf, as latent sparks flew from his body towards the ground or into the air. Wherever the energy could find paths to travel, it leapt. He found this sight surreal, as the raw power coursing in his veins seemed to shocked his entire system into overdrive. He took a step forward and launched a couple feet in a mere moment. He had done this earlier with the owlbear, but now he began to truly understand what it felt like to adapt his powers into himself, as well as the risk of letting himself loose could hold for his group. As his ears began to ring from the crack of thunder so close to him, the voice called out one final time.

[color=crimson][i]YOU CAN TRY TO HIDE. BUT THEY WILL FIND US. PREPARE. TRAIN. FIGHT. PROTECT THE PACK.[/i][/color]

Bardulf took one final look at his hands, now turning around to face Bowyn and Rue, who were likely closest after the whole spectable. His face was now calm, serene. He showed no signs of anger or discord for now and pulled his hood back up as he walked towards them.

[color=aqua]"I'm sorry, you both. And to the rest of the group. I am still....struggling with who I am, and what has happened to me. I realize in my haste I neglected the very thing we all agree on, which is to never waste a kill. To always make sure everything returns to nature whole and properly. Do you both want to....take care of it? Or shall we go?"[/color] Bardulf approached the two and stood before them, the energy from before having dissipated as he brought his mood down to earth and controlled himself. 

[color=aqua][i]For their sake, I need to be better. Stronger. In control. I can't just run away and I can't just hide. This is my fate, and I will need to see it through.[/i][/color]


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Bardulf deals with an internal struggle. The personification of his rage begins to debate with him about his weakness, causing him to erupt with anger and cause a lightning strike to hit nearby. Seeing this, he calms himself and realizes he needs to become stronger and protect those he cares about.
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