mira

Mira could not help that nagging feeling that she was a monster, not being a werewolf. No, that wasn't monstrous in her opinion, opposing popular belief. To be a wolf felt empowering, beautiful, and freeing. She felt herself, felt complete when she was able to embrace the wolf. Now, she was something else, something different entirely. Not just a wolf, but a monster. What else could she be? She bled lava and her skin could turn into volcanic rock with cracks in it, where oozing molten seeped out. She must have looked terrifying, she couldn't even embrace the forest in the same way when she lost control. How was she going to hone these abilities? The concept felt entirely daunting as much as it felt impossible. It was a good think she was resilient and not one to simply throw in the towel when things were bleak. She sure as hell wouldn't play the victim, even if it ripped her apart from the inside out. As long as there was breath in her lungs, she was not a victim.

Yet, here she was, facing the fear that she could lose control within this forest and burn it to the ground, with nothing but charred wood, ash, and ruin. The risk was high and perhaps she shouldn't be playing with fire by enjoying Raven's company out in the forest where anything could happen. She put her at risk just by being here and that should have been enough to send her away. Maybe one day she would learn to enjoy these powers, but today was not one of them. Today she hated what she had become. She no longer was comfortable in her own skin because she no longer understood what she even was. A walking wolf volcano ready to go off. She was nothing but a time bomb waiting to go off.

Regardless, this felt like a much needed distraction, chasing after bunnies, being in the skin she knew well, the skin she was content in. That pitch black, ebony fur plush and shiny. No one could tell what she was capable, the beast that dwelled within her, that she possessed a volcanic heart that could eventually take over. It certainly helped seeing Raven so content, that it seemed to help push it back, to stifle that ugly doubt and toxic thoughts. She would happily snuff out those worries and thoughts that plagued her mind, even if only for a little while.

She casually allowed her tail to wag to and fro even, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders she would not cripple herself from living. Mira chased after Raven who was in hot pursuit, right on the rabbit's cotton tail. He was close, she could smell that panic and scent of rabbit thick in the air and what it touched upon the ground. The trail carried on into the thick brush, the scent prominent amongst forest's musk. Smart little bugger. But they were smarter. Mira stepped closer to the tangled brush, shoving her nose to capture its scent. Her acute golden eyes tried to capture a glance and yet couldn't pick up a thing; they would need to flush it out.

Raven seemed to be receptive to her plan, there was a chance that they wouldn't be able to capture the rabbit and it would take off further into the forest. Regardless, she set her precarious plan into motion, causing a commotion that would scare that rabbit from its safe hiding place and into plain sight. Her feet entered the tangled brush, the dry thistle and branches snapping beneath her weight. The thickness of her fur protected her skin from the sharp, jagged edges that threaten to pierce tender unprotected skin. A human would be sliced up and bloody, but a wolf was designed to withstand the unforgiving environment. It seemed to work because Raven positioned herself right where the creature tried to sneak away. Clearly he was too petrified by Mira than to realise that he would enter the waiting jaws of the other wolf.

The pitch black wolf moved to take further chase but Raven snagged the scatter brained creature within her waiting jaws, before pinning it to the ground with her massive paws. She saw the way it tried to wriggle free, clearly flailing to make its great escape. It was almost too easy. Mira trotted to the wolf, a lighthearted expression flickering within her blazing golden eyes. A laugh escapes her, shaking her body to rid herself of the decaying debris, dead leaves and brittle twigs that clung to her coat.

"What are you planning to do with it? Eat it? Or tickle it to death?" She teased in lighthearted sarcasm, her maw parted in what seemed like a wolfish grin. "Come on, let it go and we will see who can catch it first. I promise I will take it easy on you." A hint of mischief sparked within her golden eyes, her tail waving. She moved even closer, lowering her chiselled head to peer at the little rabbit who was clearly scared shitless. He froze, his little nose twitching as if hoping to be as still as possible. Was it really thinking that playing dead would get it out of this mess? There wasn't a hope in the world for its perfect escape, not beneath Raven's heavy paws keeping him secure.