Serafina and Azrael seemed incapable of truly thinking that perhaps her thought process and her actions were validated. Last night she had experienced a vicious physical attack that would affect her mentally in the aftermath. Without her ability to heal quickly it was no surprise that her battered form was wary and her condition much worse off than last night. Jackal had attempted to clean much of her opened wounds while Tetradore and Tobias helped keep the room and her body temperature up. Her broken left arm, left leg, and left ribs were not able to heal and fix themselves properly what with the frostbite in the way and her battered body unable to figure out what needed to be fixed first. In truth if she were a human she would have been dead a long time ago, but here she remained if only barely. With her body battered and broken and her mind in shambles it was no surprise that she would rely on her basic instinct. Azrael was a hunter and he was a constant threat and she could not overcome that natural need to flee from him. Even though she was attached to Serafina she hardly trusted the witch at all, assured that the ebony-haired woman hated her very much, which assured Raven that she simply couldn't trust her either. Regan and Grand were nowhere to be seen. Jackal was out getting what medicine and supplies he could and Nadya was somewhere other than the Ark. The two males she relied on the most were passed out and locked inside the bathroom nearby and there was really no one left in the Ark she could rely on. So...excuse the young woman for not trusting two complete strangers that didn't even like her in the first place.

As she leaned up against the wall, clutching the blanket against her for her dear life, she watched with absolute terror as Azrael took a few steps closer. He was a Dark Hunter and Dark Hunters do not go around and save supernatural creatures. It was a trick. She knew this. It just had to be. Her two-toned eyes shifted towards Serafina as she mockingly goaded her about death. She was deeply hurt by Serafina's comments and she could not hide the pain in her eyes, and so, she turned her head away leaning it up against the wall. Her heart was pounding far too fast than it should her eyes closing momentarily, the battered girl was trying to keep herself awake and keep herself from passing out from the pain. She felt the weight of the vial land along her blankets and her eyes peeked open to stare at it. With a grimace she moved herself forward wincing when she felt her left shoulder leave the wall as her right hand let go of the blanket. For a moment her two so-called caregivers would get a glimpse of her black bruised up side that continued to travel up her shoulder and down her back, her body blue as some of her exposed wounds seemed broken and slightly infected. Cradling the vial in her hand she quickly leaned herself back against the corner of the wall, and without another thought she opened it and drank the contents inside hardly noticing the taste. As the potion slowly began to work on her superficial wounds she would turn her head slightly noticing how Azrael positioned himself and she actually felt comfortable with him on the ground as he was in a non-threatening state. Hesitantly she nodded her head as her right hand let go of the blanket his calmer words seeming to help bring the girl to at least show some sort of trust, her voice broke slightly as she threw a glance at Serafina.

"You won't let him shoot me, would you? You won't let him hurt me? Because I didn't allow him to hurt you."

It would seem that finally Raven would actually allow Azrael the chance to work on her, hoping Serafina would at least make sure nothing bad would happen to her, but this quick truce was abruptly ruined. As soon as Azrael spun around and vehemently began to shout, her right hand clutched the blanket and she brought it back up. The way he moved his fast movement, standing up right, and practically yelling at the witch caused the lupine to lose all trust in him that he had momentarily gained. Eyes widen in shock as she remained lying there helplessly unable to keep Serafina safe. It did not matter that he was shouting aloud how much he cared for Serafina. When he circled around her she panicked unsure if he was going to harm her or not, but when he grabbed a hold of the hem of her shirt and drew her in for a kiss she could not help, but stare in abhorrence. Public display of affection was not something she wanted to see in her current state. She was lying here on the bed in pain most likely dying in the slowest way possible and yet here they were making out. When he fell to the bed with Serafina straddling on top of him she quickly moved herself closer to the wall. His comment caused her eyes to narrow as he proceeded to follow his stupid thought process that perhaps he should continue kissing Serafina. Narrowed eyes shifted around the room until she saw the familiar object that had been used last night. With her telekinesis she turned the harpoon over towards her direction, lowering it slightly as she aimed it perfectly at her target. Pushing on the trigger the harpoon would fly across the room until there was a loud 'thud' sound, the harpoon going past Serafina and Azrael legs, the harpoon sticking out from the side of the bed. Surely the sound of the harpoon colliding with the bed should have caught their attention, and perhaps Azrael would actually feel some else rubbing up between his legs â€"the wood of the harpoon against his one of his legs. Should Azrael lift his head he would feel the sheer force of a first colliding squarely at the side of his face where his eye was. Raven had punched him squarely in the face with her right hand the lupine not too pleased with the events that had just occurred. Already her telekinesis was circling itself around Serafina pulling her off the Dark Hunter and putting her clearly on the other side of the room, wanting the two not to be as close as before. Glaring at Azrael her voice spat out in a more venomous manner.

"If you two want to screw around then go do that somewhere else, preferably in your own home and not in my bed."

Now it would seem Serafina and Azrael would never be capable of keeping their patient calm. No, now she was upset. She was angered that Azrael had harmed her Alpha and companion, she was in pain due to her battered condition, and seeing the two make out on her bed was pretty much the last straw. As any other injured animal would do she would react violently to anyone and anything now â€" never minding the fact that they were there to help her. Well, they used to be there to help her, but considering now that the two would rather screw around, Raven would not tolerate their presence any longer. Using her telekinesis she would pull the harpoon from the side of the bed and carry the weapon upwards so that it would be directed purposely at his chest. Pink lips were pulled back showing her human teeth at a natural show of irritation, as she glared at him from her corner, her body shaking either from furry or her horrid condition â€" it could not be said â€" but without a doubt it was no surprise she was much more agitated than before. Her cold tone was barely above a whisper as she gave her so called medical aides a piece of her mind.

"Now that you two have made up either fix me up or leave me the hell alone."

Exhausted and unable to keep control of her power the harpoon clattered to the wooden floor. Her head leaned against the wall as cold sweat began to bead up along her forehead, her body shaking still. She could not fight Azrael. That punch she had given him and using her telekinesis seemed to take out the very last shred of strength she had. Her mind was buzzing as she tried to keep herself awake and yet all the commotion that had just occurred set her on edge and pushed her farther away from recovery. The vial of potion seemed to have worked on her superficial wounds, but the frostbite, infection, and the broken bones kept her in a bad condition. Her eyes began to close and shut as she fought to keep herself awake quite assured that she wouldn't receive any form of help from with witch and the hunter.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven