A hindrance. That was all she was to anyone. Born a mistake and cursed to roam the earth with a broken mind, the need to fight to remain human or fall to the beast was something she had to constantly fight. Yet no matter which form she favored, the useless skin of human or the raw power of the wolf, she was nothing more than a burden. She was alone, constantly alone, and although she enjoyed the silence, instincts told her it was unnatural. A human needed to be among the social order within their society. Whereas the beast needed to be among their own and figure out just what they were according to pecking order. Lost and not certain where she was supposed to be or what she was supposed to do, allowed her to wander around on four paws. There was nothing at home that she needed to be around, those four walls did not bring her solace and comfort, not as much as lying underneath the starry sky underneath the soft silver rays from the moon. She was a simple girl with basic needs that just haven't been met yet. Yet it would seem that what she thought was simple was actually, complex.



These past few nights allowed the creature to determine that it was best if she stayed away from everyone. A few nights ago, she had accidentally got herself caught in some sort of silver trap and be attacked by a Dark Hunter. Her left paw was cut up badly, putting much weight on it didn't do her any good. The slash from his saxe ran at the top of her shoulder and down her side, not deep enough to be a serious wound, but deep enough to bring her sharp pain when she moved. Although she was grateful that the Witch had taken her end and helped patch up her wounds, but it was not in her nature to remain in one spot. She had settled herself down in Hyde Park, sleeping the day and night away, ignoring the calls for water, food, or company. She needed rest and for once she was going to get it. The black and grey she-wolf was slumbering away underneath a bent willow beside the steady creek. The reeds of the willow tree that touched the ground were stained with dry blood, the only thing giving off her scent. It was silent, in her mind when she was in this form, she saw nothing but pitch black darkness and although it was soothing, it was the perfect setting for darker memories to appear. Yet it would seem she was fortunate that she would not have nightmares during her time of rest. Although she could not pry herself away from the basic instincts she had once ignored.




Blue-grey eyes began to open as she stirred herself awake. Slowly she lifted her sleek form up, standing on three paws, placing her left front paw down gently, steadying herself, re-teaching her injured paw how to keep herself balance and upright. She would begin to stretch out, making her muscles wake up from staying in one curled position for so long. Lifting her head, testing the gentle winds, her tail flicked to the side, content to be aware that she was alone. Walking towards the peaceful creek, her movements weren't as stiff as she thought it would be, her left paw seemed to do better from the rest and whatever that Witch used on it. Reaching the creek, she saw down, closing her eyes and flinching as she felt the familiar pain of her bones shifting and warm fur being replaced with cold pale scarred skin. Taking her shirt off, for she was in an isolated location of the park, she placed it down beside her. Her scarred frame would bend over, her hand cupped as she took the water and gently attempted to pour the water on the wound along her side, attempting to clean off some of the dry blood she had gotten when she accidentally reopened it when she was asleep. The top of her shoulder remained caked with blood and when she tried to place water in that area, a sharp pain could be felt and she dropped her arms immediately. Her stomach would growl and one hand reached her scarred stomach as a soft sigh escaped her pink lips. The sun was just starting to set and it was only a matter of time before her isolated spot was filled with prey. She would wait, for now, as she continued to use the water to clean her knife wound along her side, pleased to not be a hindrance to anyone for a change.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven