The curly haired woman had a backstory, but it wasn't a fairy tale that started with 'once upon a time' and ended with 'happily ever after.' Sadly her past held no magical fairy godmother, no magical pixie dust, not even a wish on the first star. Her stories held nothing but sadness, pain, numerous villains, wicked father and one lonely monster. If one took a step into her past as a fly on the wall, one would assume they had stepped into an unspeakable horror story. Everyone had their own painful past, each had to go through whatever life threw at them. Yet the emotional, mental, and physical pain that had been inflicted upon the woman had broken everything. Maslow's hierarchy of needs was not met, not once, and so the girl had no need to be motivated to stick around being alive. The basic physiological needs were not met for her physical requirements and so her body could not function properly. Sure her breathing was okay, but her food and water were controlled and given in small quantities within her pack. Sleep was nearly non-existent from the pummeling's she received to the nightmares that always started her and kept her awake. Her safety was completely non-existent within her pack. She was more alone within her pack than she was now. Staying in the warehouse gave her some sort of comfort, but not safety. Not once had she ever felt love from others and to not have the basic fundamental love from parents or her large family helped inhibit her ability to even attempt to have such a thing for others. She was a pariah, ostracize from her own blood. She never had friends. But she was trying, oh ever so hard to be friends with Tobi and Alexis, emotionally she was beaten down. Humans need to love and be loved, both sexually and non-sexually by others and her capability to form some sort of bond with her friends with a difficult thing for her to attempt, but she was trying. Self-esteem, confidence and respect by others was far long gone it was hopeless for the young woman to feel some sort of pride within herself. Finally, we have self-actualization, she had absolute no idea what her desire to become in her life was. She had never achieved or mastered the previous needs and so the girl was practically broken in this world. The only reason why she was still around was the animalistic side of her refused to just give up. The need to survive remained, that was one thing that her pack couldn't break or take away from her.

Tonight the woman had chosen to sleep in the warehouse due to her early shift for the next morning. Always she was a woman that believed in timely schedule making sure she was always punctual. Lucian had gone off to spend some time out of the warehouse and Tobi left to check his entire territory of the warehouse district. She had left him a slice of cake on the table to eat before he went to bed, a kind gesture for the boy that allowed her to remain somewhat near him. Every now and then she would sleep in his hammock beside him, but tonight with him not hear to ask that of her she was at rest within her own bed in the nook. Her scarred form would roll to the right, scarred face facing the direction of the catwalk, her body moved in such a way from the noise of someone coming in the warehouse. She was used to hearing Tobi slip through and sometimes she would wake up, just barely, before falling back into a dreamless sleep. Sleeping near Tobi allowed her the chance to not be awaken by her nightmares. Brows would narrow when she heard a voice that didn't sound so familiar. Blue-grey eyes cracked open to view an unknown figure standing on the catwalk. Getting up slowly, eyes narrowed as the alarm bells began to ring in her mind. Without missing a beat her scarred human form was replaced with the thick ebony and grey fur form of a wolf. Jaw was lowered as sharp teeth were barred as a vicious snarl rumbled within her chest. Grey trimmed ears were laced back as she leapt towards the catwalk, landing on all four paws with a bang on the metal bridge. Hackles rose as her form would change once more, this time she was standing before him twice her original size of 33 inches, now 66 inches which would be 5.5 feet. The she-wolf was a very shy thing, but as of now her space was being threatened. She had no pack, she had no home, but the warehouse was what she associated with as a good thing and she didn't want something that was good to her to be threatened. Stalking carefully towards him, wanting him to walk backwards towards the stairs of the catwalk that would lead him down to the base of the warehouse, a cold voice would jam into his mind as she gave him a stern order.

"You aren't supposed to be here. Leave!"

Perhaps his curiosity was really his own stupidity to break into the Devil's Den.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven