The dock is filled with snarls and growls from the wolf-girl below her. All threatening and frightened in nature. Regan ignores these, for they to her, are understandable and part of one's instincts. It's not until the presence of something infiltrates her mind, that Regan pauses her ministrations. "Don't touch me." The voice, recognizable as female, utters inside Regan's mind. Quick as lightning, Regan's hand strikes and slams down on the wolf's muzzle. Regan snarls down at her, a garbled, broken imitation of the actual noise. It lasts no more then a few seconds, just long enough to get her point across. When this is done, she simply goes back to work as if nothing had happened.

Once the final hook is plucked from the wolf's skin, Regan stands and moves away. Her feet soundless on the wooden planks. At first glance, Regan is altogether unimposing as a human. Standing at barely over 5 feet tall, with dark brown hair that sweeps the middle of her thighs. It is on closer inspection that the truth is seen. Her muscles are lithe but strong. Her legs, long for her frame. The way in which she stands, relaxed but with an awareness that belies it. The scars...for there are many. But truly, it is her eyes that give her away. Arresting in colour, filled with knowledge that comes from experiencing the darkness in others as well as in nature.

Regan shifts her gaze from the black panther to the wolf moving towards her with a dead fish held between her jaws. Regan tilts her head, at once amused and confused by the gesture. She reaches out a hand and quickly pulls the fish away. Then there is that presence inside her mind again. Lingering. Like smoke inside someone's lungs. She finds it suffocating. Thank you. Regan shakes her head, hoping beyond hope, to shake the girl from her mind. Though still, no sound does she make.

The shadows around her come to life, tangible and wondrous. Her lips part in wonder, like a child experiencing something for the first time. Her fingers brush along their length, feeling the magic and its density. However, when the tendrils move to wrap around her, Regan takes a step back. The shadows followed. Her eyes lift from the encroaching darkness to the trio before her. She snarls at them, warning whoever it was to keep their shadows to themselves. She scratches at the darkness pressing closer. Frantic now with her effort. In the end it doesn't matter. The shadows form against her skin like armor, shielding her nakedness from them all. Regan huffs, her gaze sliding once more to the wolf-girl with an eye roll of acknowledgement.

The black one moves. Gliding towards her soundlessly. Regan's gaze snaps instantly to his, holding the emerald stare. Her skin prickles with awareness at his proximity and power. The magic in the air intensifies as his fur begins to shimmer and withdraw. Leaving behind a male figure with shaggy black hair and the same piercing eyes. Regan lifts her gaze, for now that he is human, his size is far greater than her own. Curious, she too takes a step closer, her head tilting inquisitively. "Welcome to the Westside." Regan lowers her gaze slightly in acknowledgement of his statement. For underneath it, Regan can sense his ownership of this place. This...Westside. She might be a ruler unto herself, as most loners are, but she could respect the weight of his position and the power that it granted. "Do you live around here?" Regan's gaze once again lifts to his. A slight shake of her head, followed by silence. She lifts a hand to touch her throat and then doing the unthinkable, reaches out and brushes her fingers against the base of his own. She shakes her head again, reinforcing her previous gesture. It is at this moment, she senses the third Were. Can feel him pressing in closer, circling her like prey. She turns her head just slightly, just enough to keep the Leopard in her line of sight. Her eyes darkening warningly.

As he shifts, the Leopard gains Regan's undivided attention. There is a self-awareness that comes with being different. One that differs from the 'other' that all Were's possess. That feeling...when you know you're just not like anyone else. When there is something...missing. Something integral, but you've just never had it to begin with and therefor don't know exactly what it is you're missing. For the first time, Regan can see it in someone else. It's there, staring back at her from a set of previously amber eyes. She finds this aspect of the tawny leopard utterly fascinating. She dips her head once in his direction. An acknowledgement of sorts.

A moment longer and her gaze shifts back to the black panther turned human. The moment their gazes lock, her skin prickles. The power radiating off of him in subtle waves. Yet, with Regan's ability, she is more in-tune with her senses, even as a human. She takes a moment to gaze into the emerald depths before shrugging slightly. Entirely unsure what to make of the trio surrounding her. So she settles for doing nothing. For now.

REGAN IZUMI

WERETIGER -- FEMALE -- CHI MANIPULATION -- PLAYED BY MEGS