#####The feral woman's legs straddled the tree branch as she shook it violently, knuckles paling further than before with the force of her delicate hands around the branch. The sun had set long before, but she knew she was visible, her legs dangling beneath the line of branches overhead the spaces between the trunks, her fiery mane and cream fur standing out in the pale moonlight. Her lifeless green eyes were closed against her current pain, anger and hurt coursing through her veins. There was nothing in particular that had brought her out to the woods, but she suspected it was the dreaded loneliness that followed her like a shadow, lingering tendrils tugging at every fiber of her being. Today, not even her lovely marijuana had made her feel better; it had only strengthened her feelings of loss that had taken over that morning upon waking in Dahlia's territory. Thus, she had began to run.


#####Lifting her face to the sky, Lolita growled quietly, frustration obvious in the wild sound. "Miért? Minek nekem nem szenved? Mit tegyek, érdemel a halál! Nem jó!" she shouted, tears forming behind her eyelids. On a good day, Lolita could accept that she had been handed a horrible fate when her brother had killed her. However, on bad days, she was prone to feeling helpless and angry, just as she was then. "Gyűlölöm, te Pello! Gyűlölöm az ön volt ez! Én remek gyűlöl benneteket!" The hungarian words spewed from her lips fluidly, the speaker not even realizing that she had slipped into the tongue. It was something she had picked up in passing, which she used when upset or trying not to be understood. Leaning forward, she pressed her face into the branch she was assaulting, the tears flowing freely now as she hugged her perch. This world, this after life, it was all just so unfair. . .

#####Through her self-imposed emotional torment, Lolita could only think of the fact that she would never be able to escape this constant hell. Regardless of how often she smoked and no matter how alive she felt then, it was a false feeling of comfort; she would never be okay. There was no way for her to have her life back, and she would probably never find some way to escape from her wretched form of existence. Even if someone tried to kill her again, or she worked up enough hatred to do it herself, it seemed unlikely that she would go through the final stages of death. It was disgusting, knowing that she had to continue on like this for the rest of her miserable time on earth, which would never end. Dead, she would continue walking forever, watching as those around her died happily and were laid to rest. Her jealousy flared--why couldn't she have what they had, or would have?


#####Despite her own ragged, dry sobs, her ears picked up on the sound below her, eyes burning into the source of the sound, leaves and twigs beneath someone's feet. "You! It is very rude to sneak up on someone and try to leave without saying anything!" she barked, voice as ragged as her sobs had been before. Shoulders shaking, Lolita propelled herself off of the branch she was perched on, landing in a heap on the ground below. Her body was still, as though it had finally been broken and the anger escaping it, but it was not to be so. She was silent, her shaking subsided. There was nothing more that she wanted in that moment than to fade into the earth beneath her, to fall out of existence. Anger had been in her tone when speaking to the strange coyote, but now, Lolita could not even find the will to move towards him.

#####For a moment, the feeling of the cool, hard ground beneath her, the scratching of the dried and brown leaves that were crushed against her fur, and the utter silence that had come to rest around her were more comforting than she would have initially guessed they would be. Her shallow breathing only aided in her uneasy feelings, however, and the knowledge that the stranger had not left her yet did nothing to comfort her. The world around her was suffocating, her understanding of her condition deafening. It was simply unfair. Though she had been told that some would give anything to walk the earth forever, Lolita did not find any sollace in such a thought. If Kaena or any of the others wanted it, then she could take it. If only that were possible. Lolita had always been different, having always felt like she was falling apart at the seams, but this was becoming too much for her to handle.


#####As a few steps, sounding tentative to her ears, were taken toards her. Jade eyes snapped open, the rest of her still unmoving as she sought the stranger's form in the dark. Most of his features ere undefined in the sparse lighting, but she as able to make out a few details. From all that she could see, he was not a wolf, something she had gron used to in her lifetime, though he also did not seem to have many doggish qualities, either. Some other sort of canine, surely, but she as not able to determine what kind. Evidently, he was not a very smart canine, since he had not left yet. Lolita could not think of any reason that he would stay in the same place as she, the one who had been screaming in a foreign language and crumpled from the tree so dramatically. She had yelled at him for trying to leave, she knew, but was it possible he had actually listened to her? Most assumed she was crazy, but she had not done anything crazy tonight. She was pained, and she was hurting terribly; she was not insane, by any means.


#####Perhaps that meant that he was not afraid of her. Maybe he was even like her, or would like to become the way she was. The idea was heart-warming, a shimmer of new hope entering her mind. This might be her one chance at escaping that dreaded loneliness! Her body was still unmoving, almost afraid that he might run like a startled rabbit when she finally did move. "Become like me," she whispered, the words wistful. At the moment, her very state of mind rested on the way the stranger chose to answer her plea. He did not know her, and she did not know him, but that did not matter. Lolita could only see potential for company when she looked in his direction. His name, his origins, and even his appearance were far from important to her. "Just. . . Like. . . Me," she repeated, almost even more quiet than the original words, if that were even possible.

#####The fact that he was still nearby was something that was driving her even madder than she already was. The male had not responded to her offer (or was it nothing more than a begging plea?), and she was finding that to be rather discouraging. If he thought himself better than her simply because he was not in such emotional pain and turmoil, then she certainly did not want his company at all! Surely he would only make for terrible company, and then there was the possibility of him leaving her after she was so kind as to welcome him so warmly. This male did not deserve that, for he did not understand immediately. If anyone deserved to join her, it was Kaena, but she simply did not know how to give the older woman this gift. Still, she kept on searching, even if she was unsure of how to pass it on in the first place. The only logical thing would be to kill someone and hope that they died in the same way that she had. This male did not deserve that gift at all.


#####Closer and closer he came still, and Lolita found herself growing more angry with every passing moment. She did not understand why he had not spoken to her yet, while she had willingly given him her voice multiple times. Her heart began to beat faster as she realized her budding anger was not going to be able to be kept inside. Hair falling in front of her face, she was faced with the fact that all she could see was red; perhaps all she had been able to see before had been red, as well, tinged by the anger and frustration welling beneath the surface. The clan member's proximity to her was only going to serve as something he would surely regret. A growl surfacing, the woman curled further into herself before lunging at him, teeth bared and frustration obvious in her features. Maybe he would not understand why she was so angry, or why she wanted to attack him, but that did not matter to her. All that did matter was potentially spilling his blood in hopes of alieviating some of her own pain.

#####The fact that she had caught him by surprise actually surprised her for a moment, but she quickly dismissed those feelings. Lolita had never been a fighter. No one had ever trained her in the art of offense, or even in any form of self-defense. If she had not caught him by surprise, she was sure that she would have lost very quickly. As it was, she had the advantage now, unlike the time that her brother had killed her. Then, she had not been expecting the attack, but now she was able to go into it with the upper hand. The Inferni male had not expected her to attack him, obviously, and though he seemed to know what he was doing, Lolita still felt in control of the situation. Her anger and his surprise combined seemed to make up for her lack of experience or training of any sort. Snarling, Lolita shook her head, a fiery halo of hair moving away from her face in an attempt at heightening her visiblity. Now that she was angry and he was undeserving of his life, she wanted the opportunity to take it if she possibly could.


#####His feet against her stomach as she fell alongside him with a thud, Lolita rolled away quickly, refusing to allow him a chance at getting ahead of her in this situation and also ignoring the gust of air that had been demanding she allow out at the impact of his feet. Crouched on the leafy floor of the forest, she eyed him carefully, at a loss as to what she was supposed to do now that she had him on the ground. Winded, her thoughts were almost a scramble, more so than usual for her. Suddenly, without a thought as to why she was doing it or what the outcome might be, Lolita lunged, fingers outstretched in an attempt to grab at any part of his body while her teeth sought some form of contact with his arms. They were close enough to his throat and face that she wanted to get at them first, to prolong the process of her attack and to lower his defenses of those vital places of his "useless" body.

#####This was what she wanted to do to so many others, attack them like this without any warning. Her brother deserved such a thing, and her uncle deserved it even more. At the very least, her brother had thought he had a reason to kill her, regardless of how incredibly twisted his reasoning had been. Vigilante had not had any reason to kill her mother, as far as Lolita knew. He had simply killed her mother and fled in the middle of the night, coward that he was. Truthfully, the crazed woman had no idea which male she wanted to hurt more; the male she was attacking was nothing but a target for her, and in a way, he was acting as a stand-in for her brother and her uncle alike. She hated them both, just like she hated the one she was attacking, even without having any reason to loathe him so much. Lolita did not even know the coyote's name, but it mattered little. He was simply something to use as a form of venting her anger, projecting it on the nearest individual.


#####She was taken by surprise, but it was to be expected. Lolita was not a fighter in the least, and she growled loudly, swearing as she hit the ground heavily. With how deranged she was now, though, it was easy for her to ignore any form of pain that had formed in her own body. All that mattered now was hurting him, for the irrational hatred that had grown within her. Quickly rolling over, she aimed to bite at the arm and shoulder closest to her, ignoring the trickle of blood she felt on her hip from hitting the ground. It was very light, but it was there. "I hate you!" she screamed, thrashing. "I hate you, whoever you are!" Despite her anger, the words came out very clearly, loud and distinct amidst her growls and snarls and the snapping of her teeth at the coyote.

#####There was no way that her thoughts could be penetrated, but still, the crazed woman fought to hide the frantic nature of her mind from the coyote. She did not understand why he would not fight back; he was accepting this as if he was simply humoring her. This only made her more frustrated, her anger escalating to yet another level as he stood and staggered away from her. In a way, she supposed that meant that she had won. Blood had been drawn on both sides, but Lolita felt a surge of completion as she watched him turn, pushing herself to full height again as well. There was a feeling of what she could almost guess was pride that came from knowing that he had run from her. Never having fought much before, she was a stranger to these feelings, but it felt nice. If she could guarantee she would always feel this way after any fight, the creamy Dahlian may have made it a habit to pick fights frequently. The anger and frustration throughout the fight had been worth it, judging by the way she felt now. Still, she did not know the coyote’s name, and it did not matter. It had not been him that she was attacking; Lolita had been attacking the many ghosts of her past, projecting her anger and hatred on the nearest living being that she could find. Snake was, for all intents and purposes, an innocent bystander, but she had not seen it that way. He was just as bad as any other male she had ever been hurt by. It was Snake’s rejection of her in her hour of need that had triggered her attack, though he couldn’t know that.


#####Breathing heavily, the fiery female growled loudly at his turned back, almost contemplating going off on him again as he left. Her hand fell to the trickling blood on her hip and she sighed, running her fingers over it gently. It did not hurt, this would, but she would need to tend to it sooner, rather than later. While Snake ran in the direction of Inferni, Lolita turned to walk slowly towards Dahlia before stopping and laughing coldly over her shoulder, in hopes that he would hear her and realize that she was counting this as a win on her part. She did not want there to be any confusion from him or those that might ask him what happened. She did not know where he came from, and she was certainly unaware of the seething hatred between the coyotes of Inferni and the wolves of Dahlia. No one had told her of these feelings, or she might have thought twice about attacking someone from Inferni. Of course, she had not really thought at all before attacking him, but the feeling of elation at the end had made it worth it, even if she may have given Inferni even more reason to hate Dahlian wolves without even realizing what she had done. With one final look over her shoulder at the retreating coyote, she broke into a heavy stride and left the area, keen on cleaning herself up and smoking something to make her mood last.