Shula fought with as much of the fire inside of her as she could. She felt her memories pour out of her like water and in return she saw images that weren’t hers. Many didn’t make sense to her, but the strongest one that stood out for her was a woman who looked very similar to the man standing, or rather kneeling, before her. That was when she felt herself slipping and all at once she fell under, an intensely calming sensation over coming her before she lost all feeling.<br/><br/>When the woman woke up it was on a hard ground. Her head was pounding, like a drum in-between her ears that wouldn’t stop pulsing. She wondered if she had won, looking down at her chest for any signs of a rune. Her heart dropped like a brick when she saw the thick black ink of the tattoo on her breast. Frantically she stood up, stumbling and holding the wall before her head whipped to gaze at the human on the bed. The other humans had actually taken some care with him instead of dumping him on the ground like they seemed to do with her.<br/><br/>Shula felt pure rage fill her and she stomped over the bedside, her claws at the ready. She wanted to rip his neck open, to make him suffer for what she had been forced into but as she wrapped her hand around the man’s neck, the very tips of her claws resting on the soft skin, she realized she could not harm him. She stayed like that, even when she saw that the human began to wake up, angry tears pricking her eyes as she willed herself to kill the man- to even hurt him.