It was absolutely atypical for the peculiar wolf to harm the spotted leopard and the green-eyed panther. It did not bother her at all that Tetradore was her Alpha and that he and Tobias were above her. She was rather grateful that Tetradore accepted her into his own pack, pleased to know that she was actually wanted and treated rather quite well. Not once did she growl in protest or scoff at what they asked of her. Every day she happily prepared them their meals without tired sighs or the roll of her eyes when one of them made a request for a particular dish. Always she was ready when she was asked to do something, be it helping Tetradore with his business, or helping Tobi with whatever the hell he was up to. She was quite the subservient member that never stepped a hair out of line. She knew what her place was in the pack and she happily accepted it, not wanting anything to change, quite content. She would do whatever she could for her Alpha and boyfriend. It was unfortunate that after all this time of being quite an obedient member within the pack her other half would destroy her good streak in just a matter of seconds in one night.

She does not like the large black cat that continues to stand on top of her, or the fact that the spotted one, the one she trusted, was actually helping the black cat. His hold on her throat was quite painful and even though she struggled and attempted to flee or push him off her, but she failed miserably. Panting heavily she began to grow still as her feral mind began to understand that her circumstance was rather...fatal. With a high whimper she whined to the larger black cat, wanting him off her, growing still, as her tail tucked underneath her legs, her attempt to sound and appear submissive. Her instinctive mind understood that her chances of staying alive would increase if she submitted to him, and although she did, she couldn't understand why he would not let her go. When she whined and whimpered to her pack they eventually let her go...and why he wasn't doing so either, caused the wolf to be terribly frightened. As the fae came to try and shove him off her, the lupine watched her, her ears twitching forward, unable to understand the words the fae was saying. It sounded kind and when her hands pressed against her, her eyes closed feeling that calm feeling wash over her for a mere moment, it seemed to soothe her, and yet that calm feeling was ripped swiftly away from her.

As Tetradore began to instill fear back into her, another painful cry was released, as her limbs flew, struggling to somehow lift herself, so she could run away. He was being like them. His fear was causing her to see the black cat as one to not be around, the run to run away from, and to never challenge again. The fear she had for her pack was slowly becoming nonexistent, rather, the black cat replaced it, and placed himself as a terrible nightmare that would plague her. The fear she felt would paralyze her, her eyes widening as he began to trace his maw up her neck. His warm breath causing a chill to creep of her spine. She watched as his lips pulled back, his long fangs barely seen from the limited light within the darkness, and the wolf let out a pitiful last whimper, knowing quite well that that the end was now. As his acid fell into her skin, the feral creature let out a whimper mixed with a snarl, her body shaking in protest, unable to leave the spot, with the panther still on top of her. As the acid began to burn through her fur and flesh, her mind slowly began to bend in acceptance that he was above her, her feral mind beginning to lock and tether itself to the larger cat, that bond between them now created...and now recognized. He was Alpha of her entire being, and her feral side did not trust him one bit, but respected his authority based upon the fear he had inflicted and overwhelmed her with.

As his acid branded her as his, her feral mind was seared with this reminder, and for a while her feral mind would remain in control. That unnatural, potent, untamable energy that overwhelmed the lupine was slowly going away, as she continued to lie on her side, her breathing slowly coming to a normal pace. Slowly her mind began to grow hazy and slowly but surely Raven would start to have control. Unsure of herself the lupine began to slowly rise, wincing at the pain she felt from the acid that burned her neck, and the pain she felt along her sides, thanks to the panther's claws. Her dial shook for a moment as her mind began to race back to the events that had occurred just a while ago. A very soft whimper came from the canine as she began to catch the snippets of what her other half had done. Her ears were fold back tightly against her skull, her voice panicky as they entered all minds.

"I-I-I can't...I-I-I didn't mean...I-I'm not...like that."

Sadden and fearful eyes looked to Tobias, Sam, and then Tetradore. Her dial sunk even lower as she timidly began to stand, her body lowered to the ground, as she began to walk, her belly rubbing against the hard wooden floors. Her tail remained tucked low as she slowly made her way towards her Alpha, uncertain with what else would take place. Last time she lost it, her pack locked her up permanently, and she was afraid that it would happen all over again. That she would be attacked again, that she would locked up, that everything that she had would be taken away. When she managed to get closer to Tetradore, her muzzle would raise slightly and she would gently, hesitantly, brush her muzzle underneath his chin, her tongue gently licking the side of his muzzle, the wolf showing not only her sign of submission, but apology as well. Her eyes flickered a moment to the others, her body shaking terribly as she slowly backed away from the panther, still crawling on her stomach. Shakily and softly her voice entered everyone's minds again, the girl evidently sorrowful, and frightened all the same.


"I-I'm sorry...when it happens...when I go feral...I don't have control...please understand. I just...I'm sorry."

Far too afraid to stick around and listen to what she assumed, would be orders for her to leave, she bolted without looking back, her tail and dial remained low, as she fled in terror.

Raven Clocksworth.