Tick Tock, Tick Tock. That ticking noise it was all that she could hear. For a local town bar you would think all she could hear were the loud roaring noises of various conversations being had while the TV and music clashed her eardrums. This particular place was ideal for a person that was alone to feel as if they had a social life. Sure she wasn't mingling with the other patrons, but she was quite okay with that. It was best for her if she simply left them alone and she continued to be alone. The previous night had been rather rough and her mind was far more focused on the dark nightmares from her past that had resurfaced. Thanks the rules of pack, Nadya's words and her own personal confusion she removed herself from the awkward spot and broke her routine. All to allow the WerePanther some sort of comfort, even though she had already patched her wound, fed her, and absorbed whatever pain she was experiencing. Even though that last part was on accident. All she wanted was sleep and she was used to spending the night with the WereLeopard, for some reason he had brought her a sense of comfort and safety. Even though he was not pack his presence at her side was enough to give her the illusion that she wasn't so alone. Spending the night alone was enough to make her mind start to turn and get hazy and it was best if she fixed it with one strong drink, or maybe two, how about to play it safe three.

She had been sitting at the very edge of the bar, her side resting up against the wall. She was quite content staying within the shadows and away from the more populate area within in the tavern and bar area. She had already finished her small meal and now she was enjoying her third round of single malt whisky. Unlike most folks she could hold her own when it came to alcohol. Maybe it was part of her DNA somewhere in there. Either way she was quite content. Her head was tucked and tilted down allowing her flowing curly locks to be a curtain, shielding her messed up mutilated façade from the world. Her jagged scars from the top of her forehead down to the left side of her face, stopping above the cheek was always the first thing people would take notice. But instead of giving them that satisfaction tonight she was much more focused on her book rather than anything else. Content to ease her troubled mind through the storyline while being whisked away from whisky.

Yet over nearby were a couple of males yelling and hollering to one another. She lifted her head slowly annoyed, wishing nothing more than the whole rowdy lot to shut the hell up. For such a kind-hearted woman she had her limit in patience and tonight it would seem she had few. Bending her head back, wishing to return to her story she would refocus on the same sentence she had to read twice, when suddenly she felt a warm hand slide down from her shoulder to her arm. Flinching uncomfortable by it a husky laugh could be heard from the male that his slid his way behind her. The hair on her back stood on end as slate eyes widen slightly, staring into the book trying to stay simply still, while her terrified mind raced. Flashes of her past simply began to appear in her eye, the claws, the teeth the ripping and tearing of flesh, her blood on the floor, the cold steal cage bars, the snarls and cruel words thrown her way was pounding in her ears. She hated being touched. Touch meant pain. Though luckily for her, well kind of lucky, another male punched the other, her ears barely hearing the slurred phrase she's mine." As the two brutes started to fight and get into it one of their hands seemed to slash her drink to the side spilling on the yellow-green eyed man that had been sitting beside her quietly. Grabbing the glass, long nimble fingers snatched some of the napkins as she dabbed at the counter while placing a few dry ones by his drenched arm. Softly timid words spilt from her pink lips as her blue-grey eyes averted to the side not wanting to look at him directly.

"I'm sorry."

The males continued to fight one another behind the two as hollers and screams could be heard. To buy the farm, that is what someone should do...and please all the idiot males there for safe keeping. It would make the world such a better place .

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven