Why she would be called adorable was beyond her. It wasn't her fault if she was called beautiful or not. She did not surround herself with individuals that gave out complements, but perhaps she should. After all flattery was one way to build self-esteem. However, it would take a lot more than flattery to attempt to get the timid girl to have some sort of self-confidence in herself. Moving down the sidewalk at a contempt pace, she would move to the side slightly allowing the other girl room to walk beside her. Seeing as how she didn't need to be nervous or see the woman as a threat, allowed her to be slightly at ease. Ignoring the drunks as they continued on, her head would tilt to the side puzzled. One long nimble finger would tug and twirl around one curl, feeling the soft texture, as she softly responded with diffident assurance.

"Well, I...um...wash it?"

How she had been able to get sheen in her hair she did not know. All she knew was she was born with a mop of golden-brown curls, cursed to wander the Earth to always maintain some sort of control. Having curly hair had many disadvantages. Humidity was your worst nightmare. The wind could rip and tear through your tresses and tousle it in every which way. As soon as someone even touched your hair it will be ruined by frizz. Since we are on frizz, frizz is by far the only way one could have a terrible hair on their head when there was nothing but a halo of frizz on one's skull. Curly hair was not easy to maintain and so, knowing that she had some sort of sheen was beyond her. As Chemi decided to roll a trash lid towards the unruly group of males, it struck one that seemed to be their leader and Raven cringed. Chemi's response didn't help make her feel that her actions her justified. Yes, they were on a bad part of town, but she was sure if she changed into her wolf form, then those boys wouldn't have followed her at all, and even if she was going to be attack she knew she would be okay. She had befriended the WereLeopard that claimed this entire area as his own and with it came some sort of protection. Though how he would know she was in danger she didn't know. They were not pack and so that link wasn't created. Perhaps it would have just been luck, but knowing her luck, that wasn't bound to happen anyways and so maybe Chemi was right to hurl a trash can lid at the males. Though as they glared at them and headed their way, she shook her head, her soft tone holding compunction.

"No, you gave them a solid reason why they would do those bad things to us. I really wish you wouldn't have done that."

Panicked and scared she dashed and ran as quickly as her two-legs could carry her well-toned frame. Feeling Chemi's hand grab her own and yank her in another direction, she follows along easily keeping up with her pace. As they stepped into some odd darkly-lit building the young woman attempted to catch her breath as her blue-grey eyes frantically looked around. Hearing an unknown male voice Raven would step a few steps back, flinching as she stood behind the other young woman. She was in an unknown place and truly how could she trust a woman that had instigated a threat to their lives and wellbeing. As the elderly man appeared, her head would tilt slightly as she watched Chemi's interaction with the male before he ascended up the stairs. She had heard the word 'books' and instantly she was distracted, not hearing Chemi speak about sticking around. Slate eyes widen slightly as she slowly stepped away from the woman, heading for the nearest old bookshelf looking upon the numerous spines of tomes. Like a bug drawn to a zapper light, Raven would move slowly towards the books, eyes traveling up and down reading the spines of books, a hushed whisper left her voice as she barley heard Chemis' question.

"Yes...I love books."

Books...they were her drug.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven