It was said that God favored man out of all his creations. He favored this fragile creature so much that he demanded his Angels bow down and serve mankind. If God ever wanted anyone's opinion on the matter, Raven would have told him he shouldn't favor humans. Humans were unequivocally sinful and inferior in wisdom and strength. It was not Eve's fault for committing the first sin. After all Satan was male and he was the one pressuring a woman, a woman that was never taught to protect herself. A woman that was never protected by Angels, as God had so instructed his Angels. It was a male that committed this first murder. Killing his own brother, because he was jealous that his brother was getting more praise and admiration than him. Wasn't man created to be above and rule animals? Why would man succumb to acting like them? Maybe that was why God wanted his Angels to protect mankind, because he was well aware that they were so brittle, and that he needed his entire Angelic army to do it. But Raven wondered if man did deserve His protection?

The reclusive woman did not know what it was like to only walk in human flesh alone. Wolf skin was like armor and a safety blanket. It gave her protection and comfort, something that her human body would never be able to give her. Some would think turning into an animal was a curse. However, Raven felt like it was a blessing, even though her animal psyche was severely damaged. Were-creatures were sometimes treated as inferior to other supernatural creatures and to some were-creatures were even lesser than man. They were part human, part animal, they were not chiseled or broken and rebuilt into perfect individuals. Though they were part animal they seemed to be more human than most. Maybe it was due to their animal side that the seemed more enhanced to connect with others, be they family, friends, strangers, or even enemies. Some would say that this only made them far weaker, but it didn't, it only made them that much stronger. Being a Were made them better humans, well, some at least.

Weres held more honor within themselves and within the law of nature. It was embedded within their core, their DNA, but even through all that, there were some that fought against it. This flaw was probably due to their human side. Humans were constantly in a troubled state, fighting two sides of themselves, the good and bad. The reason behind the Orangutan reason for cheating was revealed as a ploy to trap her. He had noticed Tetradore and Tobias to leave the area and go off somewhere else. Leaving the lupine to defend their home and right within their stead. Everyone had seen her within the ring fight. All were aware that she could hold her own, when she was with her mate, when they fought doubles. However, she was best known for losing when she was on her own. That put a target on her back for anyone that wished to find a way to take the West without having to deal with Tetradore or Tobias first. It was a low blow move. She knew it as she stood within the middle of the ring surrounded by her shadows, as the chaos continued to surround her. Somehow she stood there with an eerie sense of calm, like the eye of a hurricane, but beneath that fragile layer of calmness, there was something far darker and troubling bubbling just below the surface. Standing there still she watched as calamity unfolded around her, doing absolutely nothing, only her eyes shifting left and right. Her mind was racing as two minds were struggling to overcome the other keeping her from acting on some sort of action as patrons scrambled to exit the Ark as Louie's pack descended upon them.

"Salvaje, Salvaje...you are"

Amongst all the noise she could pinpoint a familiar voice. Looking down she noticed a familiar facing popping through the shadows that continued to circle around the Ark and tightly around her own personal space. Quietly she nodded as her hands were brought in front of her, wringing them together in a clear nervous habit. He could see it, perhaps even feel it, that she was slowly losing any control she had. Knowing she wouldn't have a lot of time she lowered her voice softly, pointing towards some of the Staff that were trying to get out of the crowds' way.

"I know Jackal, I know. Please help the staff get the patrons safely out of here. Thomas and Amelia are capable of teleporting like you, grab a customer from the back and get them out of here."

Once Jackal left her side she whimpered ever so softly feeling herself start to lose control. Of all the times to go feral this was not a good time. Seeing the silverback gorilla come forward towards the ring she took a step back, raising her hands she lifted the creature up. As he began to struggle Raven kept her hold on him only wishing to keep him back, but it seemed the other side of her had something different in mind, because suddenly his neck twisted in an unusual way, as a loud crack could be heard when his neck broke. His body would unceremoniously fall to the ground with a garish thud. The monkeys that belonged to Louie shrieked and hopped up and down, slamming their palms and arms on the ground in dismay and anger at the death of their pack mate. Blue-grey eyes widened in dismay and grief, mentally making a note of another death within her bloody ledger. While Frost claimed this Malia as his she looked around her uncertain and uneasy with how this predicament was going. Her mind was starting to tear itself apart, the woman crying out as she struggled to keep that control. Hearing Louie question who Frost was, she couldn't help, but laugh aloud, almost hysterical.

"That is Frost, Alpha of the Chimera pack. And that coyote belongs to him...do you really want to fight two packs at once?

It was foolish on his part. To come within her packs' home and attempt to take what didn't belong to him. He came into her home and threatened not only herself, but a member of Frosts' on pack. Everyone knew who Frost was...and everyone knew that he was responsible when she...was not herself. She was the weak link within the pack and Frost made that extremely visible by all. Her laugh shifted into a cackle as her bones started to crack, her body shifting and moving, as her clothes started to rip into shreds. Her pale scarred flesh was covered with ebony and grey fur. Her wolverine form would get larger into that bear-size frame. A baboon that was hanging from the rafters would fall upon her back screaming. Jumping up and bucking the baboon off her, he would fall to the ground, finding himself trapped underneath her paws. Without warning she grabbed its neck, biting down and killing the Were-Baboon instantly. Her head would tilt upwards as she eyed Louie, her feral mind raving as she ushered a deep threatening snarl, daring the monkey to come out from the rafters and face her.

Raven Clocksworth.