It was difficult for her to be a subordinate to another. As much as she wanted to be a part of a pack, it was difficult for her mind to accept it from a male, let alone, a male that was so vastly different and somewhat similar. Although he was looking for the old members in his pack, he was alone and different. He too preferred to be in his animal form, but why she did not know. She knew her reasons, she was far more comfortable being wolf than human. The painful memories of the past was distant and not easy to see, being in fur was much safer than walking around with skin. She had tools, weapons at the ready from her teeth to her claws, and that ever clever predator-style mind. But she could not always be safe around others when she was set deep within her feral mind. That curse had caused another set of pain to herself and perhaps it was a good thing, that she could not always remember her actions when she was in that deep mindset. Lowering her head as she climbed the staircase, her ebony tail would sway to the side when she felt his presence was far too close than she would like and so, her fluffy tail would hit his face in a subtle warning manner. As soon as they reached the top, her quiet massive paws would carry her sleek form over to the open window. Turning her head she noticed what she assumed to be, some sort of a scowl. One ear went back in a curious way puzzled as to why he was saying his tail was better than hers all because it was sexy. Blue-grey eyes shifted to look at her fluffy tail as it stayed down, the oddly grey colored markings that took up half her black limb, not seeing anything wrong with it. Turning her attention back on him, her head would raise up slightly, ears priced forward her stance showing confidence.



"I am better at other things..."



This she knew was to be true. There were many things she was capable of, far more important things than just having a sexy tail. Never before was she given the chance to actually prove her worth. Always in her pack she tried to be a part of some task. Whether it was watching the new pups, taking part in the hunts, or simply protecting others. It was hard, always being passed over, constantly being told she wasn't good enough or strong enough to handle such things due to her...condition. It was difficult to grasp that although she was like them, although her blood belonged in the unity of the pack, it was evidently clear that she was far lower than an Omega- she was a Pariah. Each night she attempted to show her use, doing whatever she could to help. Maybe she snuck out and warned them when the pups would leave the safety of their home, or sound the alarm when there were threats. Constantly she'd bring back food, what she killed or what she gathered, time and time again always doing something more than what others did. Always waking up early, being the first one awake, sitting still and straight during meetings, and always being the last one to leave or fall asleep. Yet no matter what she did, it was no use. She was always casted aside, ignored completely by her peers. It pained her, to see that in their eyes they bore hate. She didn't mean to harm and she didn't mean to take away a pack's leader, but she wished so much they'd at least attempt to forgive her. Yet it would seem that blood could go ever so far.



A cool wind began to lift up, as it pushed the cloudy skies to reveal the waxing gibbous state of the moon. Her light silver rays caused the girl's grey markings to lighten, if only slightly against her midnight thick fur. Her head was tilted down, if only for a moment, her eyes carrying pain and sadness. A soft growl could be heard rumbling in her chest as her form went still. Raising her head back up, there was a fiercely look of determination that replaced the sadness in her eyes as she looked straight into his golden orbs. Whoever this other person was, the boy he was seeking to find, she hoped he'd be willing to allow her the chance to belong. She didn't care if he was cat and this other boy was some sort of other species, pack was pack, and she just wanted to feel like she belonged. She could be extremely loyal. She could follow orders very well. Her voice held strength, determination to prove to this spotted cat that she could be good for him, at least maybe he'd want her to tagalong.



"I can be...good, just...give me a chance, please?"



She went silent a moment, keeping her eye on him, before she leapt into the darkness of the warehouse, heading for the prey she knew they could take. As they walked through the other cages and tanks stacked on top of one another, the scent of the impalas only increased. As she stalked towards their holding area, she felt his ungainly form brush up against her, his golden spotted fur meshing with her own thick and soft ebony and grey fur. When he touched her, he would only feel the softness of her thick fur as well as her own lean muscles, not quite as strong as his, but strong never the less. She was healthy, not made of just skin and ragged bones. Though his touch confused her, a part of her believing that his touch was signifying comradery. Her deep wish and desire to be a part of something was inhibiting her judgment, but there was another part of her that believed it was all just an accident. But deep down, she just hoped it was a sign that she may be accepted, perhaps, If not now- one day. As she requested to help him hunt, she did not flinch when she saw his glare. Her own blue-grey eyes locked on his golden ones. He may be larger than her, and he may be strong, but he was still weak from the lack of a decent meal and he had just recovered from the poison fish. She was needed...and she knew it. As he told her of a weaker male, she would move her head following his gaze. Her muzzle would raise some as she tested the air, noticing how this particular male was walking, there was a limp in his hind leg. Giving a nod she would lie there on the ground, only looking up as he was settled, and once he was she would be on the move.



Her sleek ebony frame mixed perfectly with the long man-made long grass underneath the dim lighting. She would stalk carefully, keeping herself low, her paws remaining silent. As she inched closer and closer, the impalas seemed content with their grazing, not seeing her or feeling her presence. She would grow still, as her legs slowly rose, her lips pulled back, her sharp teeth barred as she waited, seeing the targeted impala lower his head to graze. Swiftly she charged for the weaker impala snarling as she nipped near his legs, getting him to run. As the other impalas began to run away, the weaker male attempted to get back to the herd, but it was frightened each time the wolf snarled and snapped, steering him in the direction of the cat in waiting. Quickly she would turn the impala towards the cat, allowing him a successful strike should he take it, as the impala was perfectly aligned to the waiting cat. As soon as the impala fell to the ground, she would made a wide circle slowing herself down, her tail swaying side to side in a happy manner. As the other impalas gathered around each other, watching as one of their own would be eaten in front of them. The young she-wolf would walk towards the spotted cat, her head low, keeping her distance at a comfortable position, allowing the creature to eat. She could hear her stomach growl, but she ignored it. This was not her kill and it was not her food. Besides, within her pack she was always the last one to eat, always taking the scraps, she knew how to wait, and she would patiently. She would watch quietly, allowing the cat to take in his fill. She waited to hear the cat speak, hoping she had indeed proved herself well to be kept around. She was seeking that companionship and she hoped this token would lead her somewhere with him.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven