and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon

The amount of blood was starting to get worrisome, Nadya's hands leaving crimson smears along the door of the armory as she attempted to find a way through the security system. It had started out as a pleasant enough night, ending a whirlwind of a day with Tobi slipping away back to Syn as he always did after waking from their post...activity slumber. Nadya had slipped away to the outskirts to be free in her feline form, cool off in the streams, and hunt her confusion away, the briskness of the night air helping to clear her mind. She had been trying to control her new power, feeling the rippling of the pheromones around her as they adjusted but couldn't control the intensity and during extreme emotion changes it seemed to turn on and off of its own according. Nadya had decided to try it on the animals she hunted but it seemed to be quiet of prey until she had smelled an elk. The size of it had been unexpected, she had leapt in front of the beast, willing her power to calm and attract the beast instead of running but only a blank look met her gaze. That blank look had turned hard, the large male snorting and lunging at her, lowering his antlers down in defense. Apparently her powers only worked on the human variety, those with a consciousness that could be manipulated in the first place.

Somewhere between the hissing, snarling, and leaping to try and turn the tables to grab at the animals neck or skull, to deliver that life crushing force of her jaws, one of those antlers speared through her. That blinding pain caused Nadya to abandon her hunt and make a hasty retreat, fleeing back to the city. Halfway there is when she realized her wound was worse than she thought and had shifted back to her human form, seeing an open wound on the left side of her abdomen, bleeding readily telling her there was more damage than her own healing could help. That's how she had ended up here, wanting to go running to Syn, to her brother and Tobias but unable to bring herself all the way there. She had remembered crossing Tobias' scent, though fading since his capture, in the business section of the warehouse district which she hadn't ventured since that run-in with the witches. Nadya figured if Tobias had been there then he must have a stash of things she could use, the clepto he tended to be, in order to staunch the flow of blood and perhaps bandage herself. It was much closer than trying to make it not only to Syn but into it, especially since there was no guarantee that she would receive help once inside.

The scent of canine in the air bothered her, causing Nadya's lip to curl in disdain, having never trusted the species. However, she needed whatever was inside of this building and perhaps Tobias' scent which laced her own recently from their...coupling and the still healing marks upon her neck would show them there would be repercussions if they harmed her. The adrenaline was now seeping from her veins allowing the pain to overtake her again, causing Nadya to hunch over and press her hand harder to the wound to staunch the flow of blood as much as possible. Her vision was beginning to swim, blackness pressing in around the edges threatening to overtake her. A humanoid growl grated through her, her fingers trying to find a weak spot along the door and windows, finding difficulty in gripping, slippery from the blood that coated her hands and slithered down her nude body. Her saving grace had been a worker exiting a side bay door, hearing him step out to take the last of the trash out for the night before leaving, wedging a brick in the doorway so he wouldn't get locked out. Nadya slunk through the shadows, waiting for him to step far enough away until she got to the door and slipped inside, kicking the brick away to lock the man out. Once inside she didn't even care to take in her full surroundings, too concerned about grabbing for the nearest towel she saw, though dirty from being used around the shop, and pressed it to her wound with a groan as she slid down to the floor and leaned back against the workbench.