QUITE AN EXPERIENCE TO LIVE IN FEAR, ISN'T IT? THAT'S WHAT IT IS TO BE A SLAVE. -- BLADE RUNNER
There are things that Regan is, and things that she is not. But, it not quite as simple as all that. She lingers in a realm where shades of grey are varied, and nothing is ever black or white. This makes her a very dangerous creature indeed. Because you see, she can be this one day, and the next, be something else entirely. It makes her unpredictable. Dangerous.
Regan moves through the shadows as if she were born to them. A lone, solitary figure shrouded in darkness and silence. A true predator. Her senses are on high alert. This is a new place and she can smell the presence of other Were's. This both angers and intrigues her, for Regan is a loner by nature as well as by necessity. She has the scars...both physical and mental in nature to prove it.
A gust of wind, brought up from the docks, brings with it the scent of blood and destruction. Of death and all that it entails. A feral smile pulls at the corners of the girls mouth. A grisly grin in her feline form. She has always loved herself a good bloodbath. Her direction changes and her pace quickens.
Regan manages to catch the tail end of a very bloody battle. She watches as a wolf, caught and ravaged by the cruel jokes of men, finally succumbs under the weight of her struggles. They got what they deserved for her torment.
The onyx girl ventures forward, watching silently, inquisitively as the wolf-girl attempts to escape. Only she manages to ensnare herself further. A silent chuckle reverberates in her throat, though it seems pity is the dominant emotion that drifts across her mind. Funny. Regan has never pitied anything before. Perhaps it is the struggle, the fear laden eyes looking desperately in her direction. The way the girl lays prone...a position no predator should ever have to find itself in. She chuffs, silently at the girl. Wondering what exactly to make of the scarred creature between her paws.
A chill makes its way down Regan's spine. A sense of something 'other' approaching. She lifts her gaze slowly, a warning snarl silent on her lips. She is the true embodiment of a silent predator -- standing there bathed in darkness and blood. She takes a step forward. Placing herself between him and the wolf-girl beneath her. Her tail flicks once in irritation. She can sense his power even from here. An alpha it would seem. Ugh. Just her luck. They always bring trouble with them...
She takes that last step forward, the prone figure now lying directly beneath her. Regan feels a prickling just under her skin, a secondary warning. Her tail lashes back and forth with barely disguised irritation now. She has never done well in crowds, and this was certainly shaping up to be more trouble then she bargained for. Her amethyst eyes shift from the black panther with the piercing emerald gaze, to the tawny figure approaching behind him. A male leopard with a ready made snarl. She huffs. She'd roll her eyes at him if she could. Useless males and all their posturing.
Regan takes care to note the look of recognition in both sets of male eyes. They know this girl beneath her...and yet...they sit there and do nothing? Ugh. With a resigned feline sigh, Regan sends the pair a look of warning. Deadly and final. The sort of look that says, keep your asses where they are...or else.
Slowly at first, and then faster, the ebony of her fur begins to shimmer, fading and pulling back to reveal scarred flesh beneath. The sickening sound of bones crunching, and the echo of magic, until finally a small girl, woman, stands before them. Naked but for her long hair and scars. Her gaze, ever so much the same lingers on them for a moment longer before she turns and kneels at the side of the wolf-girl.
Regan eyes are cold. Calculating. They offer no sense of compassion, or appear to be of mind to ease the girls worry. Her hands raise from her lap slowly, methodically. Her lips pulling back over her human teeth, a silent warning to remain still. Regan takes a moment to center herself, drawing on her Chi to quicken her fingers and aid in their dexterity. Then, she sets about to removing the hooks and pieces of net from the ensnared creature. It takes a few moments, though not nearly as long as one might think. When the final hook it removed, Regan stands and takes a few steps back. Making sure to give the wolf plenty of room.
She pays no mind to her nakedness. Cares little for the showing of her multitude of scars, though her long hair hides most of her indecency. Her eyes wander over the trio, flickering over and over again to the same set of emerald eyes. Well, what now alpha? In the back of her mind, Regan knows she has intruded on his territory -- though truthfully she cares little.
She is torn. She wants to simply turn around and fade into the darkness as she is so accustomed, but something tells her, it wont be so easy this time.