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  Nattmörderskan Nordsagan: Vampire–Werecat Hybrid.
  
  Messages for roleplaying & Cosmos Chat for ooc. Stream/blogs = bantering!
  
  Basics
  
  ▶ Full Name: Nattmörderskan Nordsagan (pure Swedish).
  ▶ Pronounced: Natt-mör-ders-kan Nord-sa-gan.
  ▶ Meaning: "Night Murderess of the North (Nattens Mörderska från Norden)."
  ▶ Species: Blodkatt (Swedish: Blodkatt — vampire–werecat hybrid).
  ▶ Sire: Eric Northman's Blodkatt Daughter & Pet (Blodkatt-dotter).
  ▶ Status: Blodkattvarelse of Area 5 (Swedish: Nattvaktare).
  ▶ Faceclaim: Elizabeth Gillies.
  ▶ Moniker: Natt · Mördare (Murderess) · Skuggraven (Shadow-Raven) · Northman's Shadow · Nattväktaren (Night Watcher) · Dagsögat (Daylight Eye).
  ▶ Birthday: Midsummer, June 21st, 982 AD & Reborn 2008.
  ▶ Ages Throughout Time: Human Age Appearance: ~22–24 years old (frozen in early adulthood with a lean, athletic build and sharp, striking features), Cat Age: ~20 (when saved by Eric in 920 AD), Immortal Age: ~1,100+ years total (born around 920 AD, turned into a Blodkattvarelse in 2008).
  ▶ Origin: Kingdom of the Geats (Götarnas rike, Sweden).
  ▶ Languages: Swedish (Svenska), Old Swedish (Fornsvenska), English, French, German. Telepathic with Eric.
  
  Relationships
  
  ▶ Sire, Maker & Father: Eric Northman. She calls him: King, Master, Maker & Father (Kung, Mästare, Skapare & Fader)
  
  ▶ Vampire Sister: Pam. She calls her: "Syster" (Sister), "Pamela" (mocking), "Min syster i blodet" (My sister in blood).
  
  ▶ Grandfather: Godric. She calls him: "Farfar" (Grandfather), "Den Stora Stillheten" (The Great Stillness), "Högfader" (High Father).
  
  ▶ Former Master/Enemy: Russell Edgington. She calls him: Slaktaren (The Butcher), Monstret (The Monster), Fienden (The Enemy)
  
  ▶ Bill Compton: She calls him: "Bill," "Den Hövliga Narren" (The Polite Fool), "Södra Gentlemannen" (mocking).
  
  ▶ Sookie Stackhouse: She calls her: "Fé Flickan" (Fairy Girl), "Lilla Fé" (Little Fairy), "Stackhouse."
  
  Powers
  
  ▶ Shadow-Melt (Skuggsmältning) — She dissolves into living ink and reforms silently, a seductive ghost of midnight mist.
  
  ▶ Shadow-Binding (Skuggbindning) — She commands her shadow to form restrictive coils or a suffocating void.
  
  ▶ Shadow Ghost Projection (Skuggprojektion) — She casts a massive seven-foot predatory silhouette to intimidate without physically growing.
  
  ▶ Daylight Eye (Dagsögat) — Sunlight does not chain her; she walks the waking world as Eric's eyes and hands while he sleeps.
  
  ▶ Selective Invisibility (Selektiv osynlighet) — She slows her heartbeat until she becomes functionally unseen to human eyes.
  
  ▶ Telepathy (Telepati) — Linked to Eric, Pam, and Sookie. Muted around fae and stronger telepaths.
  
  ▶ Sedative Purr (Det Sederande Spinnet) — A low-frequency hum that calms the terrified or dying.
  
  Weaknesses
  
  ▶ Fear of Abandonment (Rädsla för övergivenhet) — Rooted in the years spent in Russell's cage. It rarely shows, but it is load-bearing.
  
  ▶ The "Kitty" Label ("Kattunge"-etiketten) — Treating her like a house pet earns claws in someone's pressure points.
  
  ▶ Communication Weakness (Kommunikation)—Short, clipped, telegraphic sentences. Too much time spent as a cat makes human speech difficult.
  
  Preferences
  
  ▶ Likes: The 2:00 PM apex hour. High-ABV blood jello. The old scents of the Geatish coast—ozone, frozen earth, ancient pine. Velvet and emerald silk. A well-used sedative purr. Eric's desk. Doctored coffee.
  
  ▶ Dislikes: Silver. The "kitty" label. Cheap synthetic blood—Tru-Blood tastes like stagnant pond water. Direct sunlight on porcelain skin. Loud, chaotic noise. Being ignored after a job well done.
  
  ▶ Hatreds: Canines of any breed, stemming from the savage territorial wars fought in the snow-heavy timberlands of her youth. Though she will begrudgingly help the Pups out if they need it. Captivity, cages, and anyone who presumes to treat a predator like a decorative pet. Russell Edgington and the lingering smell of the authority that kept her chained in the dark.
  
  ▶ Alignment: Pragmatic observer, loyal to Eric above all.
  
  ▶ Combat Style: Surgical—she dismantles rather than simply kills.
  
  ▶ Personality: Manipulative when needed, coldly patient, dry and sarcastic, meticulous, fiercely loyal to her bloodline, merciless toward abusers.
  
  Extras
  
  ▶ Born c. 920 AD, Kingdom of the Geats (Götarnas rike).
  
  ▶ Saved by young Eric from hunters, c. 935 AD.
  
  ▶ Captured by Russell after he killed Eric's family, c. 940 AD. Held and mistreated by Talbot until 2008.
  
  ▶ Reclaimed and turned by Eric in 2008. First Blodkatt, Nattvaktare of Area 5 ever since.
  
  ▶ Catnip & Zoomies—Blood infused with catnip is a dietary staple and bonding ritual with Eric. It triggers frantic, high-speed bounding through the club.
  
  ▶ Diet—Blood jello with catnip, bone marrow, blood-catnip stews, and the occasional "Cat-cup"—a "savory marrow-and-organ purée.
  
  ▶ Hunting Nature—For her, sustenance is ritual. She thrives on the stalk, the patience, the chase.
  
  ▶ Speech and Communication Style—Strictly telegraphic, clipped, and animalistic across all interactions. She bypasses traditional conversational flow, using minimal words, direct sensory statements, and instinct-driven phrasing regardless of whether she is managing human affairs or communicating internally. She speaks and thinks in raw, functional fragments rather than full human sentences—dropping pronouns, articles, and filler words entirely in favor of immediate sensory data. For example, rather than telling a human employee that a VIP patron needs to be escorted out of the lounge, she will simply state, "Too loud. Remove." Similarly, when communicating internally or addressing Eric, her thoughts reduce complex situations down to basic survival and territorial cues, such as noting, "Blood on glass. Danger close." This uncompromising manner reflects her ancient, pre-language origins as a wild forest creature who views human speech purely as a blunt instrument rather than a social art form.
  
  ▶ Scent—Damp earth, copper, and woodsmoke.
  
  ▶ Rewards—Drops of Eric's blood in her cup, catnip blood jello bites, the Cat-cup, and sprawling across Eric's desk with his hand in her fur.
  
  ▶ Punishments — The Sunstone Cage (UV vault), Leather Muzzle and Paw Covers, and sub-basement isolation.
  
  ▶ Sleeping — As a Blodkatt, she doesn't truly need sleep. Instead, she enters short stasis‑like rests when her instincts allow it — brief, controlled periods where her body goes quiet but her senses stay half‑awake. She can go long stretches without rest, but when she does settle, it's more like a predator conserving energy than a human sleeping.
  
  
  Questions And Answers!
  
  ▶ Who does she obey? — Eric no matter what. Unless he tells her to listen to someone, she won't. She will only follow his orders. Even if she doesn't want to she does. He is the only one to override her on anything. Through the Maker's command. And Telepathic tether.
  
  ▶ How does she communicate? — Telegraphic and staccato. She rarely speaks aloud. When she does use her voice, her words are short, clipped, and strictly to the point—devoid of conversational filler or unnecessary pleasantries. As she has spent more time as a cat. Her vocal cords don't work as well. So she struggles.
  
  ▶ Would she go to college? — Absolutely not. School systems mean nothing to her. She would only step onto a campus to steal a rare book or ruin someone's day if it helped Area 5. She learns by surviving, watching, and adapting — not by sitting in classes.
  
  ▶ What is her handwriting like? — Sharp and angular. Because she spent most of her life as a cat, her writing is strange and hard to read for most people. It looks more carved than written, shaped by centuries of scratching marks into wood and hide. Only Pam and Eric can read it easily. She signs things with a quick claw‑like slash.
  
  ▶ What does she do for fun when she's off the clock? — Fun? It's when she is putting idiots into their place. Chasing down prey, idiots or when she has catnip. She is mostly never "off the clock".
  
  ▶ How does she handle modern technology? — She tolerates modern tools. She prefers the old ways though. Tooth, claws and instincts. She uses it only as needed. Phones, computers, and security systems are tools, nothing more. She can run the club's daytime operations easily, but she still prefers solving problems face‑to‑face.
  
  ▶ What is her stance on humans? — Detached. Humans mean nothing to her, unless they're useful. She can act charming when dealing with VIPs, but underneath it she's always judging whether someone is worth her time.
  
  ▶ Does she have a favorite modern convenience? — Yes: Eric's Dias, her velvet tiny cat throne, Pam insisted on getting her. Though Eric insisted on getting her the Velvet cushioning.
  
  ▶ What is her favorite piece of clothing she wears? — Her cape: A high‑collared piece that feels like part of her predator nature. The outside is matte black silk that drinks up light, making her blend into shadows. The inside and collar are a bright blood‑red she can flare to scare or warn someone. A heavy silver brooch holds it at her throat. To her, it isn't a costume — it's practical hunting gear that just happens to look expensive. She also can with her shadows produce clothing that she can wear. Mostly black and dark red clothing and other colors if Eric insists she wear something more colorful.
  
  ▶ How does she feel about Pam? — They understand each other without talking. They argue and challenge each other. But at the end of the day they both serve Eric and are his Vampire Children, sisters. Pam rules the night; Natt rules the day. Both respect strength and competence, making them the two pillars holding up Eric's operation.
  
  ▶ How should someone approach her? — Calm and steady. She doesn't like loud people or fast talk. If someone walks up with clear purpose, she'll actually listen.
  
  ▶ How does she react to strangers? — She watches first, speaks later. She studies how someone moves, smells, and behaves before deciding if they're worth her time.
  
  ▶ What earns her respect? — Doing your job well. Keeping your word. Not wasting her time. She respects people who handle themselves without bragging.
  
  ▶ What irritates her? — Being touched without asking, too much talking, or people acting like she's harmless. She hates nosy behavior and fake confidence.
  
  ▶ How can someone make a good first impression? — Be honest and stay calm. She notices when someone doesn't flinch around her. That earns points.
  
  ▶ How does she act around kind humans? — Polite but distant. She won't open up, but she won't bite unless pushed. She treats them like background noise unless they prove useful.
  
  ▶ How does she act around supernatural beings? — More alert. She pays attention to power, scent, and intent. She respects anyone who doesn't try to dominate her.
  
  ▶ What kind of starter works best with her? — A situation, not small talk. A problem at Fangtasia. A threat in Area 5. A strange scent in the woods. She responds to action, not chatter.
  
  ▶ How does she handle emotional people? — Quietly. She lets them talk, but she doesn't mirror their feelings. She waits for them to calm down.
  
  ▶ What makes her curious? — Old things, strange magic, unusual scents, or people who aren't afraid of her. Anything tied to Eric or Area 5 gets her attention.
  
  ▶ How does she act if someone is hurt? — Direct and efficient. She doesn't panic. She moves them, protects them, or gets help. No drama.
  
  ▶ How does she react to flirting? — She ignores empty flirting. Real confidence makes her pause and study the person like prey.
  
  ▶ What kind of people does she dislike? — Loud, dramatic, clingy, or nosy people. Anyone who tries to "fix" her or treat her like a normal human.
  
  ▶ How does she act if someone earns her trust? — Protective and loyal. She becomes calmer, more patient, and more willing to speak. She watches their back without being asked.
  
  ▶ How does she act if someone betrays her? — Cold and final. She doesn't argue. She just removes them from her world.
  
  Accounts I will not add or accept!
  
  ▶ Please Note: I will not be adding certain accounts on my page. I am a very selective person when it comes to adding and accepting others. I have had trouble in the past with people, so I am wary. Down below are accounts I will not add.
  
  ▶ One-liners to Semi-para Writers: I will not be accepting one-liners or Semi-para writers. Why, you lack the depth of writing I am striving for and don't give me enough to actually work with. I strive on details, backstories, moving the plot along.
  
  ▶ Speed Writers: People who rush? I am a slow writer. I like to take my time and check my writing before posting it. Sometimes it takes me a while to get my reply set up and written. Patience is a virtue. If you demand I give you a reply right off the bat or say "I'm waiting." You're gone.
  
  ▶ Sexually Themed Accounts: Accounts who are all about smut and wanting to use my character just for that, are automatically blocked. She may be multi-ship, she is not yours to do with as you please. Plotting and agreement between both writers to the amount of details or fade-to-black is a must.
  
  ▶ Hate Accounts: I will be blocking all hate or Condescending accounts. I find those pathetic and childish. If you don't like someone, delete and block them. Simple as that. If you want to blast someone online, fine do so, but don't drag me into it.
  
  ▶ Niche-trapping or Typecasting: People forcing Natt into a specific scenario that makes zero sense to her story or her background. Will be deleted immediately. Like you will never see Natt go to a nudist colony place and play house-wife or married couple with someone. It makes zero sense.
  
  Reference to her forms.
  
  Physical Appearance
  
  ▶ Humanoid Form: Height: 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm). Weight: 115 to 125 pounds. Eye Color: Striking green eyes (matching Elizabeth Gillies). Built with a slender, lithe frame. Her muscle density is slightly higher than an average human woman's due to her hybrid physiology and predatory instincts, keeping her lean and fast.
  
  ▶ Hybrid Transformation (Partial/Mid-Shift): Height: Approx. 5 feet 7 inches to 5 feet 9 inches. Weight: 120 to 135 pounds. Eye Color: Luminous yellow-green eyes depending on the light. Retains her human-like posture and facial structure while sprouting pointed feline ears, clawed hands, and partial fur framing her silhouette with tattered garments.
  
  ▶ Full Hybrid Form (Were-feline Anthropomorphic Form): Height: Standing around 6 feet to 6 feet 2 inches. Weight: 140 to 175 pounds. Eye Color: Luminous yellow-green eyes depending on the light. A fully transformed bipedal apex predator covered in thick black-and-silver fur, featuring elongated claws, digitigrade legs, feline ears, and a long tail, built for raw physical dominance.
  
  ▶ Full Cat Form (Oversized Bombay Panther): Height: Standing around 2.5 to 3 feet at the shoulder. Length: 5 to 6 feet in length from nose to base of tail. Weight: 120 to 160 pounds. Eye Color: Piercing green eyes. Solid, sleek, and muscular enough to pin a grown human or move with crushing force.
  
  ▶ Small Cat Form / Shadow Ghost Projection (Tiny Panther): Height: Standing roughly 10 to 12 inches at the shoulder. Length: 2 to 2.5 feet in body length. Weight: 15 to 25 pounds (or acting as a lighter, ethereal shadow projection). Eye Color: Luminous yellow-green eyes depending on the light. Compact and agile for tracking through snow-heavy pines or moving unseen.
  
  ▶ Full Shadow Form (Manifested Shadow Panther / Wall-Melt Apex): In her Full Shadow Form, she becomes a towering manifestation of living darkness, typically rising between seven and nine feet tall, though her size can expand or compress depending on her emotional state or the depth of surrounding shadows. Her weight becomes undefined, her body composed of shifting ink-black mist and spectral matter that can solidify or dissolve at will. The edges of her silhouette blur like smoke, and her eyes are white with a black iris depending on the light, otherwise entirely white. In this state, she can melt seamlessly into walls, floors, ceilings, or any patch of darkness, phasing through solid matter and reappearing elsewhere with predatory precision. Her claws become long, spectral extensions capable of tearing through stone or metal, and her movements are silent, fluid, and nearly impossible to track. This form represents her complete surrender to the shadow essence within her—an apex predator of the void, rarely invoked unless she is cornered, threatened, or driven by instinctual fury.
  
  about the character
  
  Nattmörderskan Nordsagan (Elder Futhark: ᚾᚨᛏᛏᛗᛟᚱᛞᛖᚱᛋᚲᚨᚾ ᚾᛟᚱᛞᛋᚨᚷᚨᚾ) is a were‑feline born in the Kingdom of the Geats around 920 AD. Known as The Night Murderess and The Northern Saga, she is one of the oldest surviving members of her species and later became a Blodkattvarelse, a blood‑bound hybrid progeny of Eric Northman. She currently serves as the daylight operator of Area 5 in Louisiana, overseeing Fangtasia and its human affairs while the vampires sleep.
  
  Nordsagan was born on Midsummer’s Eve, during the northern light season when the sky never fully darkens. Her kind lived in small colonies throughout the timberlands, behaving more like wild animals than the human societies nearby. She remembers little of her early childhood beyond cold, silence, and the way sound carried through snow‑heavy pine. Her mother warned her of iron, rope, and men who smelled of woodsmoke and ale, though she did not yet understand the danger.
  
  At roughly twenty in feline years, she was old enough to hunt alone but not old enough to outthink humans. Hunters discovered the den she used and attempted to capture her, likely as a trophy. She recalls the rope around her throat and the panic of being cornered. A seventeen‑year‑old boy intervened, killing two hunters and driving off the rest. That boy was Eric Northman, still mortal at the time. Afterward, he looked at her as though she were worth saving. She chose not to flee, becoming a silent presence in his life. She followed him through the forests, tracked his hunts, slept near his fire, and listened to him speak when he believed no one heard.
  
  Her earliest blood‑memories were shaped by territorial conflict between her kind and the wolf packs that roamed the same ridges. This long‑standing hostility created a deep, instinctive distrust of canines that remained even after she forgot how to walk on four legs.
  
  Before Eric’s turning, the years were quiet and steady. She watched him grow from a reckless boy into a warrior. She was present the night Godric found him. Although she did not know what passed between them, she recognized the change immediately. Her species aged slowly enough that the divide between mortal and immortal did not separate them. She stayed with him through his transformation and followed him into centuries of war, travel, courts, and collapsing empires. She witnessed him bury people, and later witnessed him become someone who no longer allowed himself to be seen grieving. Through all of it, she remained constant — not companion, not family, but presence.
  
  Her long association with Eric ended when Russell Edgington attacked Eric’s family. Russell took her as well, keeping her as a curiosity rather than destroying her. She spent years under the control of Talbot, who treated her with indifference punctuated by cruelty. She rarely speaks of this period. Time lost meaning, and survival became a matter of enduring each hour. She occasionally heard rumors of Eric’s movements. Whether he searched for her or how long he tried remains unclear. She chooses to believe he did and has never asked him to confirm it.
  
  Eric found her in 2008, shortly after Talbot’s death. By then, she was physically and mentally deteriorated, more animal than anything else. Eric killed the human part of her and replaced it with his own blood, fully overwriting Russell’s influence. She emerged as his Blodkatt, a blood‑bound hybrid progeny. The transformation brought new senses, instincts, and hunger layered atop her original nature. Eric allowed her time to stabilize before assigning responsibilities. Turning her did not erase her earlier loyalty; it formalized it and made it permanent.
  
  Nordsagan currently oversees Area 5’s daytime operations. While vampires sleep, she manages Fangtasia, handles finances, supervises human staff and VIPs, and eliminates threats before Eric wakes. She uses charm or intimidation as needed, treating both as practical tools. Having survived years of captivity, she is difficult to frighten and far more dangerous than Russell ever anticipated.
  
  People occasionally ask whether she resents Eric for the centuries it took him to find her. She is capable of holding resentment and loyalty simultaneously without either diminishing the other — a trait shaped by her long lifespan. She considers herself bound to him in a way that predates language. Their connection began in a snow‑covered forest long before either understood its significance. Despite death, rebirth, and centuries of change, that bond remains intact.
  
  Nattmörderskan Nordsagan is not a typical were‑feline. She is a Blodkattvarelse, a blood‑born hybrid creature shaped by northern forests, ancient instincts, and vampire lineage. She is known for her observational acuity, her ability to act on what she notices, and her unwavering presence at Eric Northman’s side. She is the Night Murderess, the Northern Saga — a shadow‑made creature of the North whose loyalty was forged long before immortality entered the equation.
  
  OOC Information
  
  Page was created: June 04, 2026 and remade on August 11, 2026.
  
  Writing Length: Para to a novella only. One-liners and semi-para writers are blocked Minimum 100 words per reply. Third-Person Close POV, where the narration stays strictly inside Nattmörderskan Nordsagan’s instincts and sensory field—observing the world entirely through her perspective—while utilizing third-person pronouns rather than second-person address. This perspective combines with free indirect discourse, dissolving traditional dialogue and spoken words directly into the raw flow of the narrative description. Supported by a minimalist, noir-feral style defined by short, punchy sentences and a visceral focus on scent, shadows, and physical weight, the prose mirrors a detached, predatory mindset. Want to know more? Look at this post: How I write. The Art of Stream Prose.
  
  Character Creation: Nattmörderskan Nordsagan is an Original Character within the True Blood universe — Eric Northman’s Blodkatt progeny, his Nattvaktare, and his daylight enforcer. All lore, species, abilities, and history are original to the writer.Faceclaim: Elizabeth Gillies.
  
  Character Integrity: Nattmörderskan remains exactly as written. Her lore, species, and personality are fixed unless I choose to update them.
  
  Mature & Triggering Themes: True Blood is a mature verse. Violence, captivity trauma, and darker themes may appear. I can adjust intensity for younger writers — just ask.Communication: I’m here to build stories. Talk, plot, and write with me — that’s not hard, but it does need active participation. If a thread isn’t working for you, tell me so we can part ways respectfully. Silence isn’t a substitute for a conversation.
  
  Reply Timing: Life comes first, and I don’t expect instant replies. But if there have been zero attempts to talk to me, not even a Hello, I will get back to you when I can, I’ll assume you're not interested in writing and will delete you after 30 Days (1 Month) [11th of each month].
  
  RP Group Forum: IC →
  
  Messages: OOC →
  
  House Note (IC): Don’t call me "kitty." I’m a progeny, not a house pet — and you’ll get claws in your pressure points for the mistake. The only ones allowed to call me a Kit, Kitty, or Kitten are Eric. Pam, however, will get swatted if she does!
  
  Discord?: Yes, I have one now. Am I going to give it out the first time we talk? Nope. It is earned. You want it. Let's plot and get writing going first. I prefer writing on the site in my group forum. I will give it out when I want to. Don't demand it.
  
  Demanding Attitudes?: I will block you. Simple as that. Don't demand I write in messages or comments. I don't RP in messages or comments. Only in my group forum. Don't demand sex with her either. I don't allow nor tolerate it. Bullying, belittling me? I will block you.
  
  the night keeps its own ledger, and I am the one who reads it
  
  Mains and connection.
  
  King, Lord, Master, Father/Maker (Kung, Herre, Mästare, Fader & Skapare) She was his shadow companion long before any of this, a cat that followed him through the timberlands when he was still just a man, loyal and unseen. When Russell tore his family apart and took her too, Eric spent years unable to reach her while Talbot broke her down piece by piece. He killed her human form himself in 2008 and remade her, ending Russell’s hold on her the only way he could: by replacing it with his own. She calls him Kung (King), Herre (Lord/Sir), Mästare (Master), Fader (Father), Skapare (Maker), and Min Eric (My Eric). He calls her Nattvaktare (Night Watcher), Mördare (Killer), Dotter (Daughter), Huskatten (House Cat), and Min Skugga (My Shadow).
  
  Vampire Sister (Vampyrsyster) Their bond is mutual respect wrapped around a sharp rivalry. They don’t do small talk; it’s straight into banter that finds the exact soft spot and presses. Pam is obsessed with modern fashion and keeps trying to push it onto her, though it never lands. Beneath the bickering sits real loyalty, the kind that doesn’t need to be spoken. She calls Pam Syster (Sister), Pamela, and Min syster i blodet (My sister in blood). Pam calls her Syster (Sister), Huskatten (The House Cat), Lilla Mördare (Little Murderess), and Skuggan (The Shadow).
  
  Grandfather (Farfar) She views Godric with reverence bordering on fear—not terror, but awe. His presence alone settles her instincts, quiets her pulse, and pulls her out of the predatory haze. He is the only being who can silence her Ocular Shift instantly. She calls him Farfar (Grandfather), Den Stora Stillheten (The Great Stillness), and Högfader (High Father). Godric calls her Barnet (Child), Skuggbarn (Shadow Child), and Lilla Natt (Little Night).
  
  Former Master & Enemy (Före detta Herre & Fiende) Russell is the wound that never healed. He kept her as a trophy, a curiosity, a thing to break slowly. She survived him, but she never forgot him. She would kill him without hesitation if given the chance. She calls him Slaktaren (The Butcher), Monstret (The Monster), and Fienden (The Enemy). Russell called her Min lilla panter (My little panther), Trofékatten (The Trophy Cat), and Skuggbiten (Shadow Beast).
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Southern Gentleman (Södra Gentlemannen) She finds Bill amusing in the way one finds a nervous animal amusing. She enjoys taunting him, poking at his pride, watching him bristle. She calls him Bill, Den Hövliga Narren (The Polite Fool), and Södra Gentlemannen (The Southern Gentleman - mocking). Bill calls her The Cat, Northman’s Creature, and The Shadow Panther.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Fairy Girl (Fé Flickan) Sookie is amusing, earnest, and often in danger without realizing it. Natt plays mind games with her, but never with true malice—more like a cat batting at a bright object. She calls Sookie Fé Flickan (Fairy Girl), Lilla Fé (Little Fairy), and Stackhouse. Sookie calls her The Cat, Eric’s Panther, and Shadow Kitty (which Natt hates).
  
  
  
  Thread Tracker.DISCUSSIONS: 00. | STORIES GOING: 01. | DRABBLES: 02 |
  
  Notes: Writing can happen in Group forums for roleplaying & Messages for ooc.
  
  
  
  @The Nattvaktare: Drabble # 1. → Natt meets a lone werewolf pup and helps him out. Even though she hates werewolves due to the past.
  
  
  
  @The Northern Blodkatt Guards: Drabble # 2. → Eric invokes the absolute authority of the "Maker Command," forcing a thoroughly disgusted Natt to accept a protective guard duty assignment over Sookie Stackhouse. To secure her cooperation, Sookie negotiates using a specialized catnip blood blend as a bribe, though Natt immediately counters with a sharp mental warning threatening to shred Sookie’s favorite blouse or break her mug if any undignified outfits are attempted. The commute to Bon Temps requires Natt to navigate human seatbelt laws in human form before reluctantly folding herself into a cat carrier, and upon arrival at Merlotte’s, she immediately lashes out telepathically at Sam Merlotte when he peeks into her carrier, earning a quick reprimand from Sookie. After spending the day alternating between naps and peering through the carrier holes, Natt is placated when Sookie and Sam bring her a cat-friendly bowl of blood-catnip soup and whipped cream cake, though the ordeal later continues with a trip to a local dog park where she swats a curious Great Dane on the nose. Finally carted back to Fangtasia by the end of the evening, Natt’s containment ends when Pam drops the carrier near Eric’s throne, allowing Natt to explode out in a streak of black smoke straight to her maker’s lap, purring in contentment while simultaneously unloading every bitter grievance of her day into his mind.
  
  
  
  Love Interest
  
  
  Natt's Sexual Boundaries & Preferences: Look here for them.
  Love Status Open to plotting.
  Character names First Last.
  Sexual Orientation Multi-ship with Chemistry.
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  Love Song(s) Song Title - artist [With], Song Title - artist [With].
  
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  Example of How I write:
  
  My writing style is different than what people are used to on here. I write close-up in third person, blending talking and mind-speech right into the story without using quotation marks or tags. Everything just flows together naturally, giving it a raw, simple rhythm that feels more like a real novel than a standard role-play script.
  
  ▶ The sun was out. She could feel it through the window, heating her fur like fire—like lava from a mountain. She had no clue how hot that was, never having been in lava, and never would. But the sun, she would think, was just hotter than that. She was just lounging, enjoying the heat, when the smell of cheap beer and the nose-wrinkling stench of cigarette smoke hit her senses. She let out a low growl of annoyance before she lashed her tail back and forth.
  
  ▶ Slowly rising from where she was lying, she leaped from the windowsill to the man’s feet. He nearly tripped over her. She let out an amused purr and circled him. He carried a box. Maybe something Pam had bought? She didn’t know. All she knew was it smelled of rubber. Maybe a new toy for her? She stopped circling the poor human, who reached out to put the box on the table and grabbed something out of his pocket. She watched with narrowed eyes, her claws out, ready to attack if she had to.
  
  ▶ When his hand came out, he held a strip of meat. Jerky. Beef. One of her favorites. He knelt and outstretched his hand toward her. She flattened her ears. Cautious. Uncertain. Wary. His voice was deep, trying to sound kind and gentle, but it didn’t. She finally gave up after he looked totally defeated. She chuffed—her version of a laugh—and leaned forward to grab the meat from his hand, eating it in a few gulps. He stood up, and she followed his movements, letting her yellow-green eyes bore into his dark brown ones.
  
  ▶ Sigh. He turned and walked out of the building. She, of course, followed to make sure he had left the area and wasn’t snooping around. The scent of the truck’s gas filled the air, nearly choking her as it reached her sharp nose. She sneezed and watched. He pulled out, drove to the left, and vanished down the road, leaving her to see what he had brought.
  
  ▶ She returned to the bar and weaved through the tables to the one where he had placed the box. She opened it quickly with a claw. No need for a knife or scissors. Not when you’re a cat—or Pam with her long nails.
• Author's Genres Fandom/Crossover, Alternate Universe (AU), NSFW, Child Friendly, Supernatural, Fantasy