It wasn't like her to be out and about within this form for so long. It never took long for those threads of cognition of her human half disappear. As a wolf there were tendencies of her acting as such. It was only natural for her. Although she could survive on her own, the need to belong far outweighed the joys of being aloof. Over time she had realized that being alone wasn't good for her or for anyone else in that matter. All her life she sought the need to be wanted and to be accepted. She didn't want to be showered with attention, or gawked at. Rather she just wanted to walk among those that actually saw her that wanted her as company. Always eager to please, as a child she was raised to become that way in the early stages. Puppies, like young children, are always eager to please those that raised them, always wanting to make parents, or Alphas, proud. Perhaps the scientists were correct, there is no difference to the wants and needs between animals and humans. During her long trek in her solitary, she had felt the urge to be close, to be among others of her own kind. It was basic instincts kicking in and no wolf nor human could betray such a strong feeling. There was a reason why she ran this way, to see just what the commotion was all about. She was after all, slightly curious and she could do with a little bit of company tonight. As she approached, she stayed within the shadows, silently walking closer, her grey and black trimmed ears were pointed forward in an alert manner. Cunning blue-grey eyes focused on the slippery dock, studying the dock carefully, her cold nose catching a bad taste in the air. Quickly she turned her head away from the pile of fish he had. For a moment a fleeting memory, somewhere within the reservoir of her human memories flooded back, but it overwhelmed her feral mind far too much for her to comprehend it for now. Shaking her head to rid of such thoughts, she focused on the now snarling leopard. Golden pelt marked with many patches of spot seemed to gleam a darkened gold color as his bright eyes brightened from the low moonlight and dimmed torch. She heard his warning and it was only natural that her own growl rumbled within her ebony chest. The grey fur stood on end, the markings of her wings bristled, as her tail naturally lifted upwards in a dominant position. Tilting her head to the side she heard his rough voice mimic her slow drawl. A part of her took offense, but another felt like he was an equal he too had difficulty in this form, maybe. It was quite difficult to make her out as the shadows seemed to only outline and trim her form. He may be stronger, faster, and larger, with more deadly claws and teeth, but she was wolf...and she was clever than some mangy bastard. She had taken offense to the word mutt and if she was capable she would have sock it to them, to him and any other mangy feline that dared to call her such a low and disgraceful term.



"Fish...poison...you sick...not feel well...you throw up soon."



As he decided to grab much of pile of fish as he could she shook her head. He was foolish to attempt to eat all the poison fish. Each fish was laced with silver pelts and silver liquid giving the fish that light grey and blue tone in its scales. Silently she approached forward, taking a few steps enough to give him space, but also enough to get away from her sheltered shadows. The waning moon's silver toned light seemed to enhance the light grey unique markings from her pelt. Her grey four legged paws were curled in such an odd way that looked like waves or flames of fire. The winged shape markings along her back clung to her healthy frame. She would move around a wider circumference as he turned around and flicked his long tail upward. A low growl rumbled, slightly annoyed with his behavior. That need to be among others outweighed the need to attack him for his inability to be social. Yet it would seem that she was willing to speak. As she stood before him, keeping that distance long, she would stand at an angle, an off pagan mark along the top side of her left leg, near her flank, the start perfectly pointed deep within a perfectly shaped circle. The lines were narrowed as they traced her ebony fur in a perfectly light almost silver way. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she saw the bones sticking out from his form. The need to belong and be wanted only grew larger as she turned her head in his direction waiting to see some reaction of the poison taking affect and making him sick...should he continue eating the toxic food.



"I know where to get better food, more food for the kitty cat...kitty cat shows weakness...bones show...kitty can be strong, but kitty is hungry..."



Her bushy tail flicked to the side as her head would tilt back into its regular position. With the clouds not overlapping the moon anymore, four long ragged scars were raked across the left side of her face covering her eye and side of face. It was evident that she had been in a nasty fight, an old fight that should have taken her eye out. Yet she remained intact and healthy, her vision still perfect, only her face showed the damage. But the damage was years ago and it had properly healed, now it was nothing more than a scar that spoke of the past. What exactly caused such a mark wasn't important, it was the reason why she received and that was something she wasn't willing to tell. Even in her feral mind that lesson still held a frame of reference and slight fear- all males were bad. Yet the instinct to leave him be and save herself was overpowered by her need to be among others. She knew there was food elsewhere along this quiet and rundown area. There was food that was plenty for her to have her fill and to share as well. This was what she survived on when she needed to feed on something in this city. If she could not hunt properly then perhaps she was allowed to cheat. It was a meat locker, always it was unlocked and always there were carcasses of steers, pigs, and sheep...plenty of food, but she wasn't willing to share such a secret...not yet anyway. She noticed there was something odd he was standing on. There was a rather long crack that was right underneath him and his pile of fish. Lifting her head, she scanned the area searching for something that would explain just exactly what she was anticipating. Once more a glimmer of her human mind resurfaced, as the image of the ground splitting open appeared, when fishermen caught fish they dumped them off and instead of having the men unload and place the fish in barrels, the caught fish fell into the water that held a new bigger net, which would be hauled away to the facility to be dealt with.



"Kitty is standing in trap...the ground will break and kitty fall in water..."



The ground was concrete, and typically they were stable. But her sensitive ears heard the faint sound of a click, growling softly she noticed the pile of fish starting to move, the crack, on her side was opening, but the crack he was standing over wasn't...at least not yet. Moving backwards she leapt to a part of the ground that wasn't shaking and moving, she could catch the scent of the water as it intensified, the fish falling into the water...the leopard would be falling too if he was not quick enough to get away. Managing to get herself to safety, there was a flicker of movement she caught from her side. Her scarred muzzle moved back to reveal sharp ivories as her hackles rose in a threatening manner. Unknown male scents could be caught in the air as she noticed more movements within the shadows. A low snarl was unleashed as she noticed the movement was coming from above. Some of the men had been waiting for the legendary cat that stole their fish, and attempting to dump him into the water was a tactic that may or may not have worked. Seeing the men move on the roof she noticed something long pointing at the leopard, the scent of gunpowder was barely caught. But before she could react, she noticed a fishermen was creeping up towards the leopard, his gun drawn aimed at the creature. Pressing her ears tightly together, claws scraping the concrete as she ran towards the man teeth bared. With a grittily snarl she sunk her teeth into the mans leg, viciously shaking her head back and forth ignoring the cries of pain coming from him. As soon as she heard the gun dropped into the water, she let him go and moved backwards away from the man as he clutched his leg screaming in agony. As the men began to shout as more shots were heard. There was movement on some of the buildings above, twisting her head to face the leopard once, before she began to run down the aisle of the dock attempting an escape as she shouted back.



"Kitty run!"

It would be hard for the men to hit two targets at once, but would the leopard be selfish and clever enough to use the wolf as a target and run with her to escape and possible the chance to live another day unharmed?

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven