Whenever the curly-haired young woman looked into the mirror she never did like what she saw. Raven was not in any way a vain woman. She never did care for beauty and never did seek it out. Not once has she considered herself to ever be something worth looking at. The imperfections were far too numerous to count and she knew there was absolutely no way she would ever be able to fix them. Although she was a Were, her body was more than capable of healing on its own, the scars that marked her flesh shouldn't be there. Yet when she grew up her body didn't get all the proper nourishment that it craved. With her healing limited at such a young age it allowed her pack to see the proof of their clever torturous handiwork. Seeing the jagged scars on her flesh allowed the fragile young girl to travel back the paths down memory lane she wished to never tread upon.

Yet each night those nightmares came to life, causing each scar to flare up and the pain to return, as if the pain was caused that very time it happened. It was only when she was sleeping beside her abnormal friend did Raven feel safe, allowing those nights of sleep to be blissful. Now with their new take on their friendship, they were testing the boundaries between one another. Both despised being touched and yet both were willing to allow touches to take place- for a while. Instead of sleeping with a little bit of space between one another, she would allow her back or side to touch his, sometimes curling up, feeling his warmth and feeling safe as her eyes closed and she inhaled his earthly scent. Yet when they touched one another she would still flinch when his fingers traced along the scars on her arm or wrist, not wanting his finger tips to dig into those old grooves. There was no way she could get rid of the scars that trailed along her arms, and over her body that remained hidden from his touch underneath her clothed frame, but that didn't mean she couldn't try to mask it.

Standing in the bathroom of the warehouse the curly-haired woman stood at the countertop, various tubes or jars opened along the countertop space. Wet and dry towels scattered about stained with different power and light tinted liquid. All that afternoon she was trying desperately to find the right make up, or the right powder to help cover those marks. She was hoping to find the right one before this evening festivities. Tonight was a new case of shipment that would be loaded and docked on along the port. She had managed to find half of a shipping schedule, and after watching the nights and days at the docks and figuring out the routines, she managed to have the entire shipment schedule. Figuring out Tobi's favorite treats and meals wasn't a difficult thing to do at all. She promised to help him tonight, but she was hoping by the time he came she would figure out how to mask the scars.

Wearing sweats and a baggy raggedy black tank top, she would grab a tube of liquid and squeeze the liquid our on her index finger and would set the tube back on the countertop as moved her hand to one long jagged scar that ran up and down her forearm, tracing the scar with the liquid, attempting to camouflage her scar. Softly she would hum as she rubbed the cool liquid into her pale arm not realizing that she should have been ready to go. She was by no means attempting to change her appearance for a boy, a boy that hardly seemed to recognize anything different about her. Merely she was attempting to mask the imperfections she saw, wanting nothing more than to look normal.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven