She was filth, a disgusting creature of this world that should be put down. Nothing more than one of the many dark wolves that haunted these grounds with an unstoppable quench for blood and flesh. It was something she believed she had been cursed with and she decided to follow the path Fate had provided her. There was a time, long ago, where she was like any normal wolf. Her attitude was carefree and it didn’t occur to her that she would become such a hellion. No one had bothered to at least give her a chance. The world was cruel and the other wolves within it were even cruller, and it provided her the justification that she was to go in this world as an accomplice with Death. Death had cared for her. Death provided her many lessons and he was the only one that actually recognized and wanted to be around her. Not once was she cast aside, always accepted, and deep down that is a primal need for everyone – be you saint or sinner.

It is perhaps with a good reason, one that no one could understand her, that she destroy the whelp below her. Sharp teeth sunk deep into the flesh as she tasted the familiar metallic sweet taste of blood, the very taste and scent increased her furry as she only continued this method of constantly biting and tearing into the pup. The screams and whimpers were music to her ears and it only furthered her need to continue. She was unable to defend herself and this would be an easy kill. It had been a long time since she actually had a decent feast. Living on scraps, smaller woodland prey, and fish just wasn’t enough to keep her sedated. It did not occur to her that someone would actually run towards the dying scream of another – most hid or ran away from it. Her deeply scarred frame was forcefully bumped off the child. A vicious snarl managed to crawl from her throat as her mauled skull turned to see just what idiot would come and do this. As his pearly whites were flashing in her face she did not raise her skull, as much as he would like, instead she took a step back and lowered her head as her bloodied saws sought purchase towards his vulnerable spot of his neck. HE was the one with a raised neck and head, at his attempt to raise her own, he did not think so carefully. Should she be rewarded with sinking her flesh into the bottom of his neck she would growl in delight at the taste of his own sweet blood, but she wasn’t able to keep the hold on it for long, because she felt a heavier weight slam into her from behind. A vicious snarl was given to the white wolf as he aimed to seek purchase of her leg. Moving her leg, as if to dodge, she let it slam into his jaws, barely giving a wince as her form turned around and bloodied teeth were barred. He seemed so determined to get her leg that he did not think to protect himself, and she would grab his shoulder, for it was all she could reach. Surely grabbing his shoulder would cause him to let go of her leg and she would jump to the side.

Both males were in front of her now and her entire obsidian fur was raised. For a moment her weight would shift to her good leg as those cold sapphire eyes looked between the two. It was wise to call it quits, even if she was so close to killing the girl, but that need of self-preservation was holding her back. Though she could feel her own soul being torn as her other half seemed to beckon her to back off, to keep herself alive, and it was a terrible thing to feel…to need to survive on the behalf of another. Such a lonesome and fearsome independent creature – it was painful to feel the need to keep herself alive for an imprint that most likely didn’t care at all for her – no matter what his ravaged soul wanted. A terrible warning roar was blared out as she stood her ground for the moment. Frustrated that her decent meal was lost she lowered her head, only to grab the tail she had managed to chew and tear off, and turned around and ran along the banks of the river. As soon as she was out of eye sight she would actually move into the water, wincing as she felt it swirl around her injured leg. She would keep herself within the water as she left, using nature to help mask and cover her scent. No one had yet to find her home, not even her own flesh and blood, and it was best if she was left alone.

At least through this tragedy a girl learned that her Father cared so much for her. Perhaps there was a reason why some wolves were born to be Monsters – so that others may live through life’s calamities and emerge as a stronger and better wolf.