At a very young age, a year dot she was taught that in order to survive anything goes. So, if that meant she had to sneak around and take something that belonged to another, well, she did just that. She still had good intentions, she still had morals she held onto, but there were occasions when she had to cross those boundaries...and she rather liked it. Yet she had sworn off from stealing. She had her reasons. But she couldn't help herself. Besides, the humans didn't have the right to have the antique pocket watch that only the Alphas in her pack wore. She may not belong to them anymore, since they were all dead, but she had the right to inherit it...it was hers to have anyways based on blood. Even though she felt like she didn't deserve to have the heirloom, it was the only good memory she had to her pack and to the one Alpha that cared for her when the others wouldn't. Her long fingers coiled gently around the titanium piece, blue-grey eyes looked over the piece looking for any signs that it had been tampered with or held a new scratch. Placing it around her neck, it didn't take away all the haunted pains from the past, but it did leave her a small bit of comfort. She was alone, this was always true, but at least when she was in peeved, depressed, or frightened, she could always look at the pocket watch, as a reminder, that someone had cared- once upon a time.



As she walked outside she had no idea that there was another that was leaning up against the wall right beside her. As soon as the steel door slammed, her blue-grey eyes narrowed when she felt an unwavering presence nearby. Turning her head to the side, one hand pulled her golden-brown curly locks from her eyes, the sun's ray's etched deeper shadows along the scars causing her disfigured face to look unnatural, and those distressed eyes widen with fear. Quickly she took a step back, wincing slightly when her back rammed into the steel door. Seeing that crooked grin only heightened her fear as her head quickly tilted downwards, blue-grey eyes looking for an escape route. She had seen members in her pack give her that same crooked grin and it was anything, but friendly. When they'd place her back in her cage, when they put a new shock collar on, or when they decided she had some sort of use as a feral creature. A crooked grin was not something she wanted to see, especially in this particular place and time. As his voice dripped out casually, her head would swing sharply when she heard that he owned this particular building. It was a common law that all Were's followed. Territory. It was a sacred thing. To know she trespassed on another's property caused her to cringe, tense shoulders moving up in a defensive manner. Soft voice trickled out slowly, as she attempted to explain her fault.



"Roof...the door...I'm really good at getting in and out...I didn't know it was your place."



As he extended a hand towards her, the appropriate response was to return the movement, but she flinched staring at his extended hand nervously. Her head tilted to the side when she heard the sound of claws scraping along the steel. She was a frequent visitor of the abandoned warehouses and dockyards, always she came, for some reason she felt drawn. It was a place where she could run and be somewhat free. Being alone there wasn't much to do. But she did take some joy in causing the humans to chase her, if anything, she felt needed. They were supposed to guard and protect whatever was theirs, and they needed to chase something, so, she offered herself on a silver platter. It was her version of having fun. She couldn't play with anyone else, and she didn't have anything to risk but her life. At this point in time she didn't necessary have anything to live for, and so, she was content each night to roam the warehouses looking for the humans to hunt her down. She was well aware that there was a leopard living in this area, and she did her best to stay away from him, keeping to the parts where his scent wasn't strong. As the leopard approached them, the fear she felt when seeing Lucian, seemed to die down if only slightly. She knew Tobi, barely, but she didn't think he was here to attack her. As his form brushed roughly against her, her scarred pale frame slammed into the steel once more, wincing slightly. As he leapt on the dumpster, her head would turn and her pale cheeks instantly turned a light shade of pink. Soft voice held an embarrassing tune as she lowered her head in a shameful manner, her fingers knotting and twisting together in front of her.



"Mate? No...I'm not...um...I don't think he likes me, I'm not really important."



In truth, she didn't think herself important, let alone be worthy to be a mate for someone else. How could she do such a thing when she hardly trusted males? Sure instincts made it clear she was supposed to be in a pack of some sort, and she was supposed to have a mate to attach herself to, but for animals to choose Mates- it was a serious matter. To have a mate, meant you had not only found your other half, but that you would be extremely loyal to, someone you trusted more than anyone else. That was something she assumed she could never have and so she never tried, ignoring instincts. Hearing the leopard's rumbling sound in its throat, she turned her head towards him, blue-grey eyes meeting his golden hues. Slowly she moved towards him, flinching as she tried to keep plenty of space between her and Lucian. As soon as she stood beside the golden spotted cat, her hormones didn't scream she was as frightened as she was before. Needing to do something other than twisting her fingers, she would stretch out and gently stroke Tobi's neck down to his shoulder, feeling his soft fur underneath her finger tips, it was a gentle stroke, but it wouldn't last long. Placing her hand to her side she looked to either males, noticing the tension between the two.



"Um...Lucian this is Tobi...and Tobi this is Lucian."



Now please don't kill one another, she wished to say, as she introduced the two males to one another. Really she had no idea how this was going to go, but if instincts were right- cats and dogs do not do well with one another. However, there was territory dispute that needed to be handled with, and she was sure that was exactly what the fight was going to be about, even if she was the only unclaimed female in the vicinity. She wasn't important to either, and neither were truly important to her. Yet it would be interesting to see how this would all play out, just who would truly own the warehouse district...whoever it was she would have to make nice, she didn't want to lose her only fun place to be.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven