She was not submissive. She was broken. Alpha blood ran through her veins. However, she was not brought up in an environment that had seen her as that. She was not groomed to become the next leader within her pack, even though blood and law said otherwise. It was tradition, among human kind, to bend and break laws, even the most natural, to fit to their desire. It was understood that she would not hold any value to her kind to become the next leader, even though it was her birthright. Instead of being an Alpha in training they felt it was best to break that coveted belief that she could arise to something great. It took years for her entire pack to break her, to practically brainwash the girl into believing that she was insignificant. No matter what pack you belonged in, there were always milestones that showed just how much you would slowly become one with the pack. There were first hunts, first fights, and first songs. No one had issued her a challenge to get her first kill and show she could provide for the pack. She wasn't chosen to take part in a fight to show she could protect the pack. The most coveted of all stepping stones to become a full-fledged member of the pack, was to share your personal song, to leave your own mark, to give your soul to the pack, allowing yourself to be heard by all, proving your worth as a member once you gave them your entire being. It was everything in her pack, it was what made the bond between each wolf much stronger, to divulge yourself to one another. Because her pack did not accept her, she could not take part in such things. When she managed to kill her first prey no one smiled. Her fellow aged peers would not fight her, not wanting to associate themselves with her. Within her cage, she would try to howl, but each time she tried, she was beaten to silence. Not once could she sing her own song. What is a wolf, if a wolf cannot pour out its soul through a howl?



"No pack, I'm just a loner."



It was an honest answer she could give to the male canine. Her pack was dead, and even when they were alive she was never considered a member. She did not submit herself or acknowledge anyone as her Alpha. She did not carry a mark or a brand that she was associated with anyone. Did she follow the leopard? To an extent. He did not tell her where she could or could not go. He did not dictate what she did with her day. All he wanted was food. That was all he saw in her, just another creature that could kill and provide. Not once did she approach him. She did not go around looking for him. Rather he found her. He found her in the park and he found her here. She did whatever he asked of her simply because she was conditioned to do so, by her Father and the rest of the members in her pack. As he scoffed at her comment, her shoulders would move up and down in a lackadaisical manner. Soft southern tone held a crisp deflected tone as she gave her matter-of-fact response.



"I was...a defect, worthless. My Alpha didn't teach me that."



As Tobi leapt from his dumpster throne, her head would move upwards. If he didn't needed to be around, perhaps this was her chance to just simply walk away, and remained unharmed. But before she could make her leave she heard the male inquire her name once more. Right as she was about to open her mouth to speak, she heard a terrible clanging sound come from the dumpster. Turning her head she noticed a half-naked Tobi now sitting on his dumpster throne once more, one of his legs swaying side to side, hearing the rhythm of his fingers tapping the metal lid. Turning her focus back on Lucian, she would finally answer him after ignoring his first attempt at prolegomenon.



"My name is Raven."



Quietly she watched as the two males began to size one another up. It was common in the natural world. Males were naturally territorial. Blue-grey eyes would observe the two very carefully, looking for any sign of a fight. She was between them, her back to the building wall, trapped between Lucian and the dumpster. Really if they took a swing at one another she'd be caught in the crossfire. As they began to speak she listen quietly not really sure why she was still even here. She had nothing to fight for and nothing at stake. As Tobi mentioned he didn't hate her that much, she would turn her had in his direction, being polite in giving him acknowledgement, but a subtle frown remained on her scarred face. All she ever felt was being hated by others, how could she expect anything else? While the deranged boy was speaking his terms to allow Lucian to remain in the abandoned pawn shop, one eye brow was raised as Lucian spoke of his own terms. She was sure Lucian was trying to trick him. As he began to extend his sunglasses towards Tobi, before the boy could take them and accept the terms, she stepped in front of them flinching as she muttered softly looking down.



"Tobi meant every night."



Nervously, she raised her head, blue-grey eyes gave the deranged boy on the dumpster a weary look before, she finally met Lucian's own eyes. Her voice was a bit stronger this time, a bit firmer. She heard Tobi wanted food, and knowing he wanted a lot, just one meal a week wasn't going to cut it.

"Tobi wants a meal...every night."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven