-The little girl jumped on the princess styled bed, her bouncing causing ruffles on her satin sheets. She let out a sweet giggle as she jumped higher, just to upset her viewer. Her mother was not pleased; she scowled, folding her arms. "Dear child, you're supposed to be in bed! Sleeping.." She said, even though she tried to sound strict and mean, her voice was still soft and sweet like a lullaby. The tiny child let out a loud, dramatic sigh as she fell, plopping down on her bed with narrowed eyes,and copied her mother's posture. "But I'm not tired! Plus, it's highly unfair that Elliot always get to stay up late!" she hissed, flipping obsidian hair from her shoulder. Raven's mother crossed the room and sat down at the end of her daughter's bed, brushing away a stray strand of her unnaturally colored hair "Raven, your only a lil' thing. Wait until you get older, my little bird.And besides, it's not up to me. It's your father's choice. Maybe you should bring it up with him, hm?" She said soothingly before she got up from Raven's bed, crossing the room only to flick the lights off, before her mother slipped out of the room, the door shutting with a click. Though she yawned, the eleven year old glared through the darkness and at the door, cursing her mother silently
"She always does this! Treats me like some baby. I'm no baby!" Raven mumbled, laying back; pulling the covers up to her chin, the girl's dark orbs turned to her window, blinking up at the beautiful, full moon. She stayed like that for hours until, unwillingly, her eyelids fell and she was dragged off to dream land. -
"Another memory." Raven stated calmly before her own eyelids flickered open, taking in her surrounding; she was at the same park, sitting on the same, cold, rusty bench. How many times has she been here? Three times? Five? Who knows. She came here often; to breathe. It was relaxing. Tilting her head back, the young adult tightly closed her eyes shut before she reopened them, staring up at the moon. She loved the moon. It had a way of calming her; perhaps it was how moonbeams cascaded down and skimmed over her. Whatever it was that drew her in, she never wanted it to end. Done yet? Laylani growled, her ragged voice echoing through the purple girl's head; Raven would never truly get over it. The bite was supposedly a "gift" though it didn't feel like it; it felt like a curse. Slowly bringing herself back into reality, Raven puffed out her cheeks, rolling her shoulders before she thought about her answer. Yes. The word was simple; it allowed her to not have to give an explanation to her wolf, which was great. Great. Let's get moving then, shall we? Though there was a hint of a suggestion, Raven knew better. It was a demand; looking down at her fluffy boots, the young adult hesitantly stood, staring across the street, straight into a dark alley. This seemed to be the border, but what would Raven know? These wolves, this pack, they had been known as her enemies. Though that was the last time she was here, Raven still found herself worried.
Taking a loose strand of dark lilac hair, the female tucked it behind a ear, careful not to touch her new gauges. They still semi- stung from the stretch. Grabbing her Pokemon styled backpack, she quickly slipped her arms through the straps before she took off across the street, heading into the dark area. She knew this may be a horrible idea, but the lonesomeness was stripping away her sanity; she needed someone who understood..what it was like to have someone constantly inside her. Someone who was like her; a werewolf. Raven was just so tired of running. She needed someone, anyone. There was another pack to choose, she knew that, but she made up her mind; it had to be them. If these wolves didn't need her, want her, she'd kindly thank them for hearing her out, and she'd leave; to live her life as a loner once more. Someone should be patrolling. Laylani murmured, sending goosebumps up Raven's arms; her wolf always had this affect on her. Laylani was a mean, rude, and selfish version of Raven; a creature who shouldn't be allowed to run things. Giving a tiny nod, the female stopped beside a trash can, looking around for anything familiar. This was such a strange place to Raven. Bringing up a slender, pale finger to her lips, her gently nibbled on her nail, waiting for anything; anyone who could help her.
"She always does this! Treats me like some baby. I'm no baby!" Raven mumbled, laying back; pulling the covers up to her chin, the girl's dark orbs turned to her window, blinking up at the beautiful, full moon. She stayed like that for hours until, unwillingly, her eyelids fell and she was dragged off to dream land. -
"Another memory." Raven stated calmly before her own eyelids flickered open, taking in her surrounding; she was at the same park, sitting on the same, cold, rusty bench. How many times has she been here? Three times? Five? Who knows. She came here often; to breathe. It was relaxing. Tilting her head back, the young adult tightly closed her eyes shut before she reopened them, staring up at the moon. She loved the moon. It had a way of calming her; perhaps it was how moonbeams cascaded down and skimmed over her. Whatever it was that drew her in, she never wanted it to end. Done yet? Laylani growled, her ragged voice echoing through the purple girl's head; Raven would never truly get over it. The bite was supposedly a "gift" though it didn't feel like it; it felt like a curse. Slowly bringing herself back into reality, Raven puffed out her cheeks, rolling her shoulders before she thought about her answer. Yes. The word was simple; it allowed her to not have to give an explanation to her wolf, which was great. Great. Let's get moving then, shall we? Though there was a hint of a suggestion, Raven knew better. It was a demand; looking down at her fluffy boots, the young adult hesitantly stood, staring across the street, straight into a dark alley. This seemed to be the border, but what would Raven know? These wolves, this pack, they had been known as her enemies. Though that was the last time she was here, Raven still found herself worried.
Taking a loose strand of dark lilac hair, the female tucked it behind a ear, careful not to touch her new gauges. They still semi- stung from the stretch. Grabbing her Pokemon styled backpack, she quickly slipped her arms through the straps before she took off across the street, heading into the dark area. She knew this may be a horrible idea, but the lonesomeness was stripping away her sanity; she needed someone who understood..what it was like to have someone constantly inside her. Someone who was like her; a werewolf. Raven was just so tired of running. She needed someone, anyone. There was another pack to choose, she knew that, but she made up her mind; it had to be them. If these wolves didn't need her, want her, she'd kindly thank them for hearing her out, and she'd leave; to live her life as a loner once more. Someone should be patrolling. Laylani murmured, sending goosebumps up Raven's arms; her wolf always had this affect on her. Laylani was a mean, rude, and selfish version of Raven; a creature who shouldn't be allowed to run things. Giving a tiny nod, the female stopped beside a trash can, looking around for anything familiar. This was such a strange place to Raven. Bringing up a slender, pale finger to her lips, her gently nibbled on her nail, waiting for anything; anyone who could help her.
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