Thread: A Ravens Heart and a Witch's Soul....(Anaeria and runawayninja only please! )

It wasn't difficult to grow up in a world riddled with humans. As a pup, Ariana Shethrusa had been rambunctious, more so than her single littermate brother Maro Shethrusa. He'd been a weak pup at birth, and though it was against Pack laws, he was nurtured nonetheless into adulthood with his sister because the Pack that Airana's father had was only himself, their mother, and them thanks to filthy human hunters and other, less savoury creatures of the night. Ten years was pleasant for a puppyhood though it was brutally shattered when a mage discovered Ariana and her parents and even her weakling little brother attempted to save her...and died for her freedom. That was the only time she had ever unleashed her full potential that was held inside of her an everlasting well of magic that could be used by anyone with even a smidgeon of ability. She'd been on the run since, the last of her Pack to survive until adulthood, perhaps the last of her kind entirely because in the last two hundred years she had yet to meet another of her kind that was the same. The magics within her were what kept her alive and looking young and though she was thankful for that most days, today was not one of them. Dressed in a pair of black breeches and a loose, filthy grey shirt to hide her breasts, which were still bound with clean white bandages, the vibrant redhead with strange green eyes and pale white skin slunk through the town against the crowds of people fluttering and coming and going. It was market day, and Ariana, named Arrow by most of the folks in the town since most figured her for a boy, was getting the one thing she couldn't easily get for herself vegetables. In all the years of her life she'd never been able to grow vegetables easily, and while she got most of her nutrients from hunting in her furry, four legged form, it had become known of late of the giant white wolf that hunted the forest around the town and beyond, and people were up in arms over it. Not that it really mattered to her, Ariana was too fast to be caught by the nets and the human-ridden horses, and her 'den' a cottage deep in the heart of the forest over the mountain in a deep valley, wasn't able to be discovered thanks to a special bit of magic she had received from a mage she'd helped about fifty years ago, one of few that she actually trusted because the guy was such a scholar he wasn't interested in her power beyond as a curiosity. Swiftly moving through the crowd, Ariana managed to stop at the bakers and the farmers' stalls before she began her journey back through the village. There was a special pack that she had hidden away on the edge of the forest where she could place her items and then Shift in order to get home faster thankfully, the press of humans made her teeth itch to turn around and bite one of them....or all of them. A good hour later, her hood was down, showing waist length aurburn hair that glowed like fire in the setting sunlight, and she moved much more readily as she left the town behind and started out on the road towards the turn off into the thin forest where her pack was hidden. Considering it was closer to summer now than spring, the herbs that grew wild around her valley would be in perfect shape to be picked and the weather was dry enough certainly to allow her to dry and store them away for medicines. She was so settled into her thoughts, and so ssure of her safety currently when the sun set a half hour later, that she didn't hear the sound of hooves on the dirt that sprang up out of nowhere, and it was too late by the time she did hear - and see - the horses drawing the carriage that it hit her like a ton of fast moving bricks. Her last thought before unconsciousness hit was 'Those horses'll die if they keep running like that, I wanna eat the driver dammit!' Sort of an odd last thought yes, but she was like that.