The Rage within Her

[1]: Scintilla

"I love rumors. I always find out amazing things about myself that I never knew about!"

Dawn was absolutely beautiful during this time of year, spring. The grass and flowers danced in the wind, the tree branches swayed. The Nymphs were out to play. Giggles sounding of bells spilled past their lips as they danced around and chassed each other. The Earth was at peace, enjoying what He could, while He could. It seemed the Earth was chuckling as His creatures had their fun this early in the morning. Animals awoke from their nights sleep, getting ready to once again take their role as prey or predator. Though some went to sleep now, tired after a long night.

As the day went on into the early afternoon that peace would be broken. It was too quiet. Then a branch snapped and shots rang out. Laughter was once again heard, but not sounding of bells, it sounded like a child who had pulled a prank and watched it unfold perfectly; mischievous, but a woman's laugh, though not belonging to a Nymph.

A figure, too fast to been seen enough to know who, dashed through the woods. The bushes and low hanging branches of a few weeping willows and other trees were pushed out of the way as he or she continued to run. The grass in their way formed to outline a shoe print, not large but not small. It made sense that this part of the woods had now been just slightly different looking now, as someone had disturbed it. But after a few seconds, if you'd blinked you would have missed the woods molding itself back, as though nothing had ran through. The being that had run through was as light as a feather when running. All you would have to know that someone did was the slight breeze that wasn't there before everything was messed with. The trail was now gone.

Heavy footfalls followed, stomping through wherever possible. Now this spot was ruined, it wouldn't be fixed. The trail would be there for a long, long while. You could tell that a group had gone through here, but only if you looked. A small twig broken here and there was all that left a trail, except where the grass was bent to make the outline of huge boots. Hunters. But not human.

"Where'd she go?!" a rough, authoritative voice asked angrily. He sounded as though he smoked just a pack a day, too much.

"Not sure boss, she was here a second ago" Someone replied meekly.

"She was here two seconds ago!" He roared angrily. He then proceeded to pull up small trees and throw them into bushes. The Earth did nothing and let him throw his tantrum for it was normal.

"She has blue hair for fucks sake! Everything here is green! It shouldn't be this hard to find a damn girl!"

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Pathetic, come on and use those noses of yours. The blue haired girl smirked wickedly, enjoying their game, well; to her it was a game. Everything was. The tree branches weren't the best spot to hide, but the pack wasn't too bright. She hid in the same place everyday. It shouldn't have been that hard to find a simple target. Unless you were stupid, which wasn't surprising seeing as who their leader was. Come on James stop being stupid! She thought angrily, a scowl once again returning to her face.

This pack was just a group of morons, it was like they forgot who they were, who their ancestors were. All because their Alpha was too damn lazy to work. Once he gained control of the pack he felt it was unnecessary to train his warriors, or even make someone else do it. He just wanted to sit on his ass and do nothing. Unless it involved women or money, he wouldn't even breathe in your direction. And of course no one had the balls to confront him. They just groveled at his feet and obeyed like dogs. That angered her. They should be proud! They're werewolves for gods' sake! Instead of doing what is natural they go and use guns and stay human! Completely forgetting their heritage. They disgust me.