Running. It was something that allowed her to cope and give herself that chance to feel as if she is at liberty to do what she liked. It was a wonderful feeling when the endorphins kicked in giving her that chance to embrace the inner strength and the flight of freedom she desperately craved. Being locked away into her human only brought misery and pain. The constant reminder of the traces of her past surfacing, causing those painful memories to only flare up the scars and by doing so making the girl go into a despairingly frenzy state. The only way to soothe the pain was to go outside and be active. It always started as a calm walk, but with the feel of bone and sinew snapping, the increase speed in her heart, the need to crouch down on all fours came naturally and with a few snapping bones and a tinge of pain, the two-legged girl was replaced with a rather large ebony wolf dressed with unique grey markings. It was only a matter of time before those painful memories were replaced with little snippets, each time it showed it would fray and dissolve. She couldn't remember, in fact, at this point she couldn't remember anything that she was supposed to be doing. All she could focus on was the need to pick up and speed and run faster. Long limbs carried her far, allowing her to leap over fallen trees, blue-grey eyes widen as she entered deeper within the dark thick woodlands.





It would only be a matter of time before she finally felt the need to rest after her long fun-filled run through the dark outskirts. Raising her ebony head, cold nose tasted the gentle touch of the cold winds. Grey trimmed ears pricked forward in interest when she followed the scent of water, silent paws leaving barely a mark on the ground, allowing the fog to cover her in the darkness. Slipping through the trees, her head swayed side to side picking up a variety of scents tasting of various creatures of male or female, ignoring them entirely. The desire to be around others to look for a place to belong was not what she was wanting at this moment. If anything, she wanted to accomplish the basic need of survival, before she tried to tackle a complicated task. Her ears were filled to the brim of the different vocals of her species as they wandered through the dark woodlands, ignoring their calls entirely. Some spoke about the thrill of the hunt, others demanded the closeness of another, and some carried a haunting tune that spoke of equal loneliness or the painful cries of a victim suffering a brutal death. All calls were received and yet she refused to answer every single one. Approaching the sound of the babbling brook, the need for water only increased as she began to walk towards it. Yet it would seem she would be unable to taste the cold water.





As she walked she did not notice how the patterns of leaves on the ground conveniently covered the trap that she was heading for. It would seem that as she walked along the patch of soft dirt, a yelp instantly came out as her front paw stepped into a silver laced trap. Growling she would jump to the side tugging her paw, but the pain only increased as the teeth of the trap cut deeper into her leg. Drool dripped from her muzzle, as black lips were pulled back, grey trimmed ears were laced back against her skull as dark eyes glared at the trap. Her feral mind incapable of getting herself out. An angered snarl rumbled in her throat as her brought her teeth on the metal gnashing away, assuming she could break it but to no avail. A soft cry, a whimper came from the beast, but the sound of a twig breaking caused the creature to turn around in the direction the sound came from. Ebony fur bristled as she lowered her head, the pain she felt only increasing as her jaws opened bearing her teeth in a threatening manner. It was a dangerous thing to come across a Were in such a feral state, but it was even more so, when one was trapped and in pain.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven