The curly-haired woman was growing more comfortable each time she entered the Leopard's realm. The warehouse district was slowly coming more familiar to her, each time she wandered through the abandoned warehouses. Of course, she rarely walked through the streets in the vulnerability of her skin, yet tonight it would seem she would break her own restrictions she placed on herself. There was only one reason why she would risk walking around without the comfort of her ebony and grey fur, and that was to feel the rain that touched her scarred pale flesh. She was a sucker when it came to rain, of all kinds. Thunderstorms were her favorite, but for now, she would relish in the fact that it was a light rain, allowing the thick mist to cake her skin with cold liquid. Although, she enjoyed walking within such an ideal weather environment, she had heard rumors that there was a ceremonial dagger that was owned by those from her pack. Even though her pack never fully accepted her, it would seem that gathering the significant and important pieces that symbolized her pack brought her some sort of comfort. It was not natural for a Were to roam without the stability of a pack, but since she was a Loner and no one had offered such a thing, she thought it best if she at least gathered what remains there were to something she understood, but could never take a part of.



Pulling her golden-brown curls from her scarred face she would slip through the old rickety door, her vans barely making a sound upon the squeaky floorboards. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she adjusted herself to get use to the dimmed lighting, screening the facility quietly. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she noticed how eerily quiet this place was. A soft cough came out of her when she inhaled the toxic scent of the cigarette smoke. She was not a fan of those cancer sticks, and she would much rather walk through a fire pit than attempt to breathe in this establishment. Quietly she moved down the corridor focusing on the desk straight ahead. As soon as she reached it she noticed there was no one behind it and the only thing on the desk was a bell. As she extended her hand, ready to press it, she drew her hand back quickly glaring at the offending object. Silver. Rolling her eyes she stood quietly waiting patiently until a hunted battered figured approached. Hearing the raspy voice of the older woman inquire was to why she was here, she whispered softly about the item she had heard rumors of, an item she had been wanting to acquire for a while now. While the woman shuffled behind the desk to bring her the dagger, the scarred woman heard the sound of the rickety door being open. Uncomfortable and nervous, she caught the scent in the musky air indicating that it was male.



Shifting into the only form she felt safe in, grey paws would silently touch the wooden floor and she would dash to the safety of the shadows. Merging herself with the shadows, she stayed bent underneath a table she had found that was backed up against the wall. Silently she watched as the male fumbled around, attempting to light one of those nasty sticks. Her head would turn as the old crone brought out a box and began to unwrap it. Eager to get her prize she was about to step forward until the woman left the desk and the male began to investigate and actually take what did not belong to him. A low snarl rumbled from her chest as it echoed through the empty building. Firm chilled tone would brush his mind as she spoke, implying a warning tone.



"That doesn't belong to you."



Slowly she emerged from underneath the table, ebony grey fur was raised as her head lowered and a vicious snarl left her black lips. Sharp teeth could been seen in the reduced lighting, her lithe scarred frame approached him carefully, like a predator attempting to corner its prey. With a burst of speed she would leap onto the counter top, blue-grey eyes met his at eye level as she raised her head high. Another malicious snarl reverberated within her throat this time as she gave him another fair warning, this time showing all her teeth, shifting her form at the ready to strike should she need to.



"That is mine."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven