Running. It would seem that the young lupine had been doing this same task over a long period of time. Earlier within the year she traveled an extremely long distance, far away from the lands that her packed claimed as their own. It was not home. Home was not the proper noun she would use to name that place. Hell-hole. That noun barely scratched the surface of what she would call that place. Truly she had a list of nouns and adjectives that would describe the place where she was-kept. She was not raised there. She was caged there. Nothing about that place would ever allow the girl to remember a fond memory. Yet she had scrambled to find some items that came from her pack, if only to bring her some sort of comfort in knowing she wasn't too alone. Within the warehouse district she was able to find a dagger that meant a great deal to her pack's custom. Yet the treasured item she discovered from a helpless sailor was the pocket-watch that every Alpha in her bloodline possessed. As the last pup of that particular bloodline, it was her blood-right to possess it. Yet over the years she was beaten into submission, shown with cruelty that she could never hold the Alpha title, not with her particular handicap. At night she would take the pocket watch out and look over it feeling nothing but remorse, truly believing she did not deserve the item because she was not worthy. So, she gave it to someone she thought had some sort of right even if he was not blood or species. She was not meant to be an Alpha and so whatever blood right she had to it-was gone.


Tonight however, the ebony and grey lupine was not running from her past, but rather a familiar enemy. Massive grey paws carried her unusually gigantic frame through the various alleyways. With this particular Dark Hunter that was pursuing her, he was lightning quick and so her usual form could not outrun him at all. Yet now that she was in her larger size, the size that would equal to a bear, her legs were much longer and so gave her some sort of increased speed, if only slightly, barely slightly. Within the outskirts she found the Dark Hunter stark naked cleaning the blood from his latest kill off his attire. Wishing to torment him she decided it would be best if she stole his pants, because well, he didn't need them as much her feline friend did. Tobi seemed to lose a lot of pants as of lately. Why he could not control his shift and keep his clothes on, she did not know, but she figured with these new pair of jeans in his ever dwindling pile, she could at least go through a night without having to see him in his birthday suit. Knowing full well the Dark Hunter was on her heels, she dashed through the streets, his pair of jeans between her teeth. Grey ears twitched when she didn't hear him coming and for a moment her speed would decrease, slightly, as she turned her head around. Why he still wasn't following her she did not know, but the scent of another Dark Hunter suddenly caught her attention. Growling softly she tore through the streets, slate eyes narrowed as she saw the lone figure straight ahead, and for a moment she was about to turn around, not wishing to be chased by another tonight. Yet a familiar figure came from the darkness towards the Dark Hunter that caused Raven to stay on course.


"Tobi....keep away from him he is a Dark Hunter."


Her usual soft tone was replaced with a firmer voice as she breached through Tobi's mind. A low warning growl rumbled within her chest as she neared the two, slamming her paws into the pavement forcing herself to stop. Raising her dial high, black lips pulled back to reveal the sharp row of teeth, opening her jaw slightly allowing the pair of jeans to fall on top of the boy. Standing behind Tobi her neck would lower slightly, grey trimmed ears pressed back against her skull as her obsidian hackles rose in an offensive position. Always the well-mannered woman, never before had she acted in this way in front of Tobi. Always she was the one that was calm and well collected. Yet as of right now she didn't think this was the time or place to be so friendly...she had already met a female Dark Hunter that wished to kill her and as of right now- she didn't like Dark Hunters very much. Snapping her jaws she would make a careful step towards the brute, head lowered just enough for her blue-grey eyes to meet the dark hues of the Dark Hunter. Her voice forcing itself into his mind bringing; with it a grave tone, as she made her inquiry.

"Are you friends with the male blonde Hunter and the Italian female Hunter?"

It is perhaps best, if this particular Dark Hunter answered the question, coming from a very defensive and irate wolf the size of a bear.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven