She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind
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The black wolf padded through the snow with her head held low. She was lost. Why did she run away? All she knew was that her mother was evil. She killed innocent animals. "I'm sorry, Mom." She sighed, then sat down in the snow, waiting for a hero to come and save the day.
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She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away

Along came a wolf born in darkness and lived between both worlds of dark and light. Her name was Broken. Shattered from the inside and bleeding on the out. Her coat was a charcoal black with blood red patches. Her throat was red as well as her ears and muzzle. Looking as if she were born in a fight and forever tainted with the blood the had spilt and bled. But she did neither of the two. She had never faught in her life but she lived each day as if she had seen all the death in the world. She had no hero's no loves, no friends. Her brother who was the closest to her had become part of the Shadow Haunters, while she chose to live in solitude and debate whether she would join up with them or rage against.

Tennis ball orbs turned at the sound of crying. Weeping from a child who had been calling out to her mother. Oh Shubawaii, dear mother, where did you go. Why am I here to lay still in the darkness of hate, to remain heartless and numb, to remain nothing but a pile of worthless junk on the ground, Broken... Forever Broken.

Broken lifted her head to see the wolf. "Oh...Hi." She said, trying not to think of her mother. "I-I am Broken. Who are you?" She stood up, but showed no signs of happiness.

I cry out in the dark
I cry for help
Nobody hears me
For I am the outsider, and that's the way I like it.

Yellow greens held still and her harks rose up high at the sound of her name being spoken as if anothers. He name was more common than she thought, what an interesting delight. The coal huntress moved around with searching eyes, wondering if she had met this one before but she had clearly not. "Broken." She said softly, coming around the pup and sitting nearer to her. "My name is Broken." Pupils constricted a bit, then dialated in comfort as she gave a suggestive friendly wag of her tail. "You seem a bit troubled, but the troubled wish not to be asked. How old are you?" She lifted her head wondering if the pup should be returned from where she came or if she was old enough to be on her own.

A tear ran down Broken's cheek when she thought of her mother and siblings. "I am six." She said, letting her head hang. "But I feel helpless, like a newborn pup." She sat down again, letting tears fall to the ground. "I am troubled because I have lost my way. My mother was evil, so I ran from her as a pup. I did not like what she was doing." She lifted her head again to let her eyes meet the other's. "Was that wrong of me?"

Femme shook her head as politly as genetics would let her. "No, no that was not wrong of you unless you wished to be just as currupt as she. And do you? No, if you did you would have gone back. You would not be here letting me know what is wrong." Soft words cooed from her mouth but her expression was not so soft. She was bred to be hard and uncaring but sometimes it did not always make it possible for her to neglect the fact that she did have a heart. "Tell me, does your mother still live, and what evil has she done?" Tennis ball eyes held the others as motheringly and helping as she could, although the other was older than her.

Broken was in tears now. "She killed innocent wolves. She ripped into their throats and then just sat back and watched them suffer." She cried. "I asked her to stop, then I demanded her to stop, but she kept killing for the fun of it. She lives outside the valley, though her memories come to haunt me every night." She howled a lonely howl.

Broken tried to comfort the other as much as she could and instinctually howled with the other as she called lonely into the sky. Lowering her head she shook it. "Terribe memories for an innocent to see. And yet you hav no aspects of her. You are strong indeed but what good is crying if you cannot turn against her. Do you wish ill of your mother or remain seated on the sidelines to watch her destroy lives?" Broken wasn't one to fight for the cause of good, nor to fight at all. But she would help another get to their feet if need be.

Broken stood up once more and began to speak. "I most likely will never see my mother again. If I do, I will not wish her dead, I will only wish for her to do right." She said, this time feeling strong. "I only wish to do right myself, but I'm not so sure I can."

Dark femme turned with a smile, as much as she could give. "My father is like your mother. He kills the innocent, relentless and merceless. He is well known around here. Don't worry, unless your mother wishes ill of you wish not of her. What can you do, you ask. Well here is what you can do. Go and protect those you wish to protect. Defend against those you consider enemies. And ask not of those who consider themselves neutral. Defy a neutral and they will quickly choose a side." She began to walk away. She knew she would not be apart of helping those in need. "Would you like me to lead you to where the humans live?" She said, turning yellow green eyes to her.

Broken shook her head. "I'd rather not be involved with the humans...If that's okay." She said.

With a nod she exited her stage. The other would have to find herself. To do good. She smirked, if Crucified was of mind, he would be fighting for the good of all wolves. but then again...