kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch's feet seemed to echo loudly against the wooden floors of her home as she rushed towards her kitchen, throwing open the cabinets in search of something that might assist with the wolverine creature in her living room. She kept glancing over her shoulder, as if ensuring that the wolf wasn't following her just yet as she moved with such steadfast determination from one cabinet till the next. It wasn't on one such occasion of checking she was still alone within the kitchen that the young woman found any indication of what was beginning to occur. Serafina's stormy gaze was tossed over her shoulder momentarily before turning back towards the cabinet she had been searching in only to find herself face to face with the features of a spectral being. She jumped backwards in her surprise, unable to staunch the cry that left her lips as the previously invisible beings began to ooze from her walls.

The girl stumbled backwards, quickly abandoning the kitchen that was becoming filled with their transparent bodies only to find herself again entering her living room. She was stuck - sandwiched between the ghosts that haunted her home with such ferocity and the lupine in front of her with her bared teeth and clear intent to kill. There was no escape, no way out, and she could hear the ghosts pressing against her walls, slowly creeping towards her with their needs and voices filling her skull with their demands and woes and everlasting anger. She had to do something lest they found themselves drowning in the memories of the creatures that surrounded them, she had to help her companion in some fashion or another, the wolf's jaw snapping at every which way, nearing the young witch in her mental anguish beset upon her by her rather horrifying past.

"Raven! Raven!" The witch called the name of her companion and yet her words hardly seemed to have any effect upon the lupine, the creature steadily moving forward as if she was drawn by some unseen forces - attacking those creatures that surrounded her without regard to whatever of Serafina's furniture got in the way, much less the witch herself. She had considered the voodoo doll she had once made of the werewolf that fateful evening within the Ark and yet, the doll was resting securely in the basement next to the small nondescript one of Azrael himself. She'd made sure to keep both safe and out of harm's way and thus, too far for her to currently grab. She'd tried to ease past the wolf, to make her way down to the basement and yet any forward step she took was met with sharpened teeth and lowly growls. Her frustration and her desperation was slowly getting the best of the young witch.

It was with this doll and her own despair in mind that had cause what happened next. The sun was still streaming in from the girl's open door, the curtains on the large windows in her living room were drawn backwards just enough that light filled the room, creating shadows were her companion and herself stood. The ghosts themselves were nearly undetectable to any peering eyes. The door was her only escape and eagerly Serafina had made a move to dash towards it, only to find herself caught within the jaws of the wolf herself. Her outcry filled the air around them, "Raven, STOP." It was the shadows themselves that moved, bending to her will even though she had been entirely ignorant of calling them to her in the first place. And in that moment - everything stilled. The wolf, the ghost, everything. Slowly, Serafina pried her wrist from Raven's mouth, her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as the wolf did nothing at all. "Raven?" She inquired, her voice whispering softly as she stood in front of her now silent companion.