It is easy to pass the blame and punitive judgment on others. It isn't her fault that she suppress whatever primal drive she is supposed to act upon. No other male has ever acted this way in front of her. She couldn't remember the last time she slept beside someone. Sure she might have when she was still being nursed, but somewhere between being nursed to being weaned off it was all simply a haze. It was forcibly instructed upon her to not rely on her natural instincts, to not act like an animal, but to act as humanly as possible. At the time she didn't understand why she couldn't run around strictly in her lupine form, or why she couldn't lick her parent's jaws for food, or why she couldn't scratch the bark off trees- meddlesome things any pup would want to do. Feral mind wasn't something she was aware of, until she got older, and with that in mind she kept steadfast to the ideologists she was 'taught.' Perhaps in time she can let go of the inner binds that were constructed by hate and cruelty, wrapped around the part of her that her pack wanted to keep harnessed and locked away never to be seen. It is possible that she developed her weakness from the environment she was raised in, but perhaps all of that could change should she be around someone that was willing to let her be herself. That is, if she could even find herself in the turmoil pitch black abyss. All she needed was a little help.

As the boy stood there baffled to her response the curly-haired woman observed him quietly. Bright eyes narrowed and held concern in them when she noticed frustration slowly etching not just in his face but also his frame. As his long fingers began to ball up into fists she quickly flinched shrinking into her chair. Worried her lithe frame began to shake slightly, eyes dilated, as her fingers entwined themselves quickly. She was conditioned to being hit. The way his fists shook her blue-grey eyes would dart from him to her only exit, through the kitchen door, and her body became tense, muscles at the ready to make her run away from him. She could hear his teeth grinding and the girl was simply not looking at him, focusing now on the door ready to run as soon as she heard the floor squeak alerting him coming towards her. It was when he spoke up did she turn her head slightly looking directly at him again. It was when he turned his head away did she turn her frame around, facing him again, as her head titled to the side curious as to why he would look away. Maybe he realized that showing his anger like this frightened her? Raven wasn't sure, but it was when he spoke up did a small smile appear. Her battered form would relax slightly in the chair as duo-colored eyes shone a bit brighter with mirth.

"But I always look at you? Who else would I look at? I mean...you always look at me."

Not the scars, she wanted to say. Always when others looked at her she could feel their eyes shifting from her to whatever visible scar was there. She was used to be gawked at. Noticing from the corner of her eyes when someone would touch the left side of their face, questioning as to how she could have been beautiful façade, was ruined by four permanent marks that simply shredded it. Though truly it wasn't her doing. When he looked at her he didn't question the marks and he wouldn't stare at them. Every now and then he would stare at her, in a very peculiar manner, but she assumed it was a feline thing. A few nights ago when they were in her bed he would trace the scars, the only time he ever took to some sort of fascination to them, but never did he mock her. It did please her though when he was able to understand that it was her pack that had harmed her and given her the jagged marks. But it was when he looked her in the eye, when his voice lowered with such a firm tone, that caused the young woman to feel...special. That he would be protective was an attractive thing, a feeling she always wanted to feel before, and that he was willing to be like that...helped make him be viewed in a positive light as the makings of someone she wanted to be with. His approach was met with a wary look, a bit nervous of him, but somewhat accepting.

When his form instantly relaxed and his hello, which she found adorable, was given and she replied in turn she was content with his unusual nearness. Even in sleep they did not touch, and she did not shift or move away when his arm brushed up against her own. When he continued to sit beside her she noticed how still he was and how oddly comforting it was when her form would neatly lean into his. It would seem her form was capable of fitting quite naturally to her own and she did not really realize just how her form needy wanted to be closer to his. She felt unusually content with him, to be beside him in such a manner that hadn't been done before, and yet it felt okay. With a nod of her head, at his words that she was all his, she was glad to see that she was actually getting through to him fairly well. Sure it was a bit rough, but with her patience and ability to piece the fragments together, she was sure she could understand him much better. Sadly though she was wrong. His pleased grin seemed to cause her to lower her guard down happy to see him in a much better state than before. When his hand flew to her hair, her own fingers would let go and she would clamp them together in her lap as he played with her hair. This, she learned he liked to do every now and then, and with that small form of trust she would allow him to do as he pleased. As a look of shock appeared on his face and his excited exclamation drew her own curiosity as she turned her head around to the kitchen stove, puzzled as to why he would say such a thing.

Perhaps one of the fewest places her skin remained unmarked was along her neck. Her pale flesh was pristine, and when his lips brushed against her neck the woman went still. Blue-grey eyes slowly widen as she held her breath in shock. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do. The alarms in the back of her head were ringing non-stop, but when she tried to move her form she realized she couldn't. While his teeth punctured into her skin a sudden electrifying tingling sensation ran through her nerves. It was a feeling that was peculiar and mystifying all in one, something she knew wasn't right and yet...it was okay. Unwavering mind began to throw itself into chaos as she searched every crook and cranny from her human to animal side, searching to understand what this action meant. As his teeth unlatched from her neck, one hand flew to her neck as she felt the punctures, her head turning to face him. Smooth fingers felt the marks and she realized they were deep enough to stay permanent in her flesh. Standing up from her chair she took a few steps back, making sure there was plenty of space between them, as that bewildered look was thrown his way. Although she was attempting to keep her voice soft, it trembled a bit pausing, as always to help him understand, simply flabbergasted.

"Tobi...what do you mean, I'm yours? I meant that I was going to be here all night with you...why did you bite me?!...I...I thought I could trust you?

How are you going to get yourself out of this one, Tobias?

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven