In The Mouth of Madness

Droplets of water scattered across the ground made the day seem sleek and slippery, though the essence of a clean, shine upon the earth made the air seem almost friendly for a first. The wind blew past in soft pulses of power, wrapping around the figure of the unknown, to which made the slimness of a single feminine shape. Wind's hands graced around her body as it moved with riddled innocence, chilling her to the bone with it's smooth touch, causing small bumps to rise and spread like wild-fire across her olive colored flesh. A sigh drew icy and strong through her parted lips, the only bit of coverage of the light to be the long lochs of her dark creamy brown hair blissfully swaying with the wind patterns at her every direction. She made no efforts in the way she walked or the proportion of time she held with the watch she didn't have. All she truly needed to know was what direction she was headed in order to find the spot where she heard of such her kind and the possibility of them even batting an eye at her. The cause was simply that she needed a home, so her chances were quite slim, but there was at least hope, and hope was what made the world feel.

The ground was soft beneath her worn-in shoe soles, sinking easily by her small amounted weight within seconds to create footprints trailing after her lead. Colors formed a rainbow of glimmering crystals within the reflections of her very golden hues, an individual color separating them amongst the rest to which mysteriously caught her attention long enough to gaze in awe. Perhaps there was beauty, rather than judgement left upon the immortal realm. She had always seen it as somewhere dark, colorless and without feeling, nonetheless, the flowers seemed to brighten her point a view a tad ajar for the freedom to fly and fade. Delicately did her hand reach out to touch the soft, candy red colored tips of the wildflower rooted against a fallen tree trunk. Her lashes batted slightly over her eyes, her skin just barely brushing the surface of the plant before leaving it to sit beneath the shining spring sun's glorious presence. While stepping out back from the light, she turned her head and felt a disturbance within the peace of her resistance coming abroad the open air, prying her eyes, nose and ears to tune in and register all there was to take in.


...We're almost there...

Her inner, locked self tried fearlessly to reassure the adolescent body to calm, though for the valiant attempt, it did little to do anything. Without another peep or hesitated moment, she freed her mind long enough to twitch and tremble against the fiery rasps of her flesh turning to fur, hugging her elbows tight as she let it happen and hold in as so much as a silent cry as it hurt at first and finally stopped. There she stand tall and very thin, a scrawny figure worth little to the likes of a wereling, but more to her than anything to live this long. Her ribs could be seen through her skin, as she hadn't eaten regularly in years since her last family, and her skills were shortened to a prime minimum. The flesh she once wore was now golden and thickly prickled with a thick coat of fur, and the little girl was now wrapped in the body of a dangerous, large creature. Lifting her snout, she moved slightly closer to the end of her travels and choked before forcing herself to sing a low, melodic tone of faith. The morning light emerged out from the clouds and then through the trees to shine down on her, twinkling in her eyes to glow much more than they naturally appeared and her blonde, ivory coat to almost look as if it were painted with gold itself. ..Patience... they will come for us.. Her wolf whispered quietly, softly within the darkness of her silent mind.

The she-wolf was stunning as she emerged from the debris, her radiant pelt emanating a certain glow to which she could not specifically describe in a way like such. Bailey was struck by a slight sheet of fear when seeing her at first, slowly bending back the reigns to keep as still as possible so that the so called Beta would not be able to sense it so easily. Her pelt twitched where it was most boney, though she hardly noticed it, for her eyes were removed from the female and averted shyly to the earthy floor beneath her four paws. ..Speak.. ...There is nothing to fear now... Her mind had always been the one to most likely take control of the situation, but both spirits were in a rut to begin. She had to learn to speak, learn to communicate with others if she were to be in this pack. There was not much to what she could offer, but at least she held a silent determination. ..Tell her your name... She will not hurt you.. Said the patient wolf within her.

"..Hi there.. I'm B-Bailey.." The ends of her tail twitched in acknowledgement to her own actions, a small surge telling her sincerely to keep going and that she was doing fine for a first attempt. Her ears turned and then narrowed, flattening weakly against her held while the tip of her tail began to curl beneath her. Then her other side told her no, and to act calm. Her stomach wretched with the desire of food, but her body remained still before the superior female of these lands. "A home would be n-..nice.. I don't have a home..anymore..." Ushering herself, the adolescent rose her chin up slightly to see the female staring at her. Her heart told her that she was afraid, but her other half said there was no reason to be anymore. The beta female seemed nice, and friendly, almost sympathetic to her kin as she first entered. Bailey had predicted her first encountered wereling to be someone harsh, and dangerous, someone to instantly reject her without a soul of humanity left within them. Perhaps she had gotten the luck of the draw, and with that, she was most happy for.

"I-I've never been in a pack before.." This had been the most she had talked in years, and she hadn't remembered what it was like to speak to someone with a pulse rather than the walls or the dark corners she cried in.

She swallowed roughly, her claws grinding against the ground as she fought herself to keep still, "I'm 18.. or.. I mean 19. I think.. I can't remember anymore." Bailey mumbled, that is until her wolf glared at her to stop. "19." She nodded quickly and took a step back as her tail attempted to curl beneath her entirely.  Watching the female shift appeared to easy and fragile that she couldn't think of anything else but the pain that it brought her instead. She must've had a lot of practice with it, maybe she shifted a lot. The female's golden hues faded quietly until she looked to the ground and bent near the earth before arching her shoulders upwards, her tail pressing against her stomach as she cringed at the fiery pain the phasing did to her body. It wrapped her in several ribbons of flesh until she finally could see her converse dirt-covered shoes upon her feet instead of four other paws. Her lip quivered, as if she were about to cry, but she didn't. She hadn't cried in years, but the scars upon her wrists and arms were still visible, which she tried to hide by pulling down her ripped sweatshirt sleeves. "I.. can't do much of anything.. I can hunt, somewhat. I'm still alive.. I think.. aren't I?" She said, almost questioning her own self as she thought about it.

"What.. what I mean is, is that I really don't know what I can do.. I've only been.. this.. for a couple years and it still hurts to do everything else. I haven't eaten in a couple days, or so I remember. I haven't seen my parents in years and I am all alone on this.. I don't even know what I am.." With that, Bailey wasn't sure of herself anymore. The wolf had told her a continuous amount of times that she was a werewolf, and that she was meant to be one through her bloodline. But she had never met her mother, nor her father, her biological parents. They had somehow died and she had always been living with a couple of humans, to which she claimed were mortal now since she could not age anymore in another year or so. She would look like this forever. Be like this forever. This was not at all what she wanted, yet she was pushed into the wrong of positions and pried with sticks all her life till her day of becoming a woman upon her birthday. Was any of this really necessary? "My real dad was murdered and my mom died giving birth to me.. My maiden name is Matthews, but I go by Collins, which is my foster parents' last name. They were mortal, and I killed them.." A long sigh whispered out of her mouth, making her clench her fists tightly until she was sure she had punctured her palm to bleed by then and stopped to look the Beta straight in the eyes as she continued, "I was captured and put into a mental hospital for two years, and they tested on my body while I was put into a sleep.. That's why I have these scars.. I don't like talking about it.. but if you must know, I didn't cut myself, people did it to me.. Then when I got stronger and didn't have the training, I lashed out and broke free.. I've been running ever since.."