ISIS AKA ALPHA/MOONLIHGT
Everything was a mess when the black-haired women awoke in the middle of a metal chamber. Groaning, and propping herself up with one arm, the women took in the damage of last night. Long, insidious claw marks scuffed up the walls before they became deep and ingrained into the metal. The bed that had been stupidly left in the room was also torn to shreds. It was all too obvious that at some point desperation had taken over the wolf as it tried to escape it's containment. This time she was lucky. The women hoped that luck would continue to work in her favor.
Taking just a moment, the women braced herself for standing up. After a night like the last her muscles always ached and groaned in protest at any kind of movement, but movement was necessary. Now that "the event" was over it was time to get back to work. There was some part of her that just wanted to continue to lay there, but eventually, they would come looking. Righting herself, the women glided do the door with some effort. The placed three distinct knocks on the door. They echoed inside the metal chamber. Seconds later the door opened and a female was standing there with a towel. Without another thought the female quickly approached her and wrapped the towel around the women's naked body. "Miss Isis," the women said a squeaky monotone, "You have an assignment."
"Of course I do," Isis mumbled dryly under her breath as she grabbed the towel, "Tell them I'll head out soon. I need to get cleaned up." Not even waiting for the women's reply Isis made her way to the bathroom to prepare for the next assignment.
It was a morning like every other.
Farrah, who would be sound asleep, would be startled awake by the baring alarms that sounded throughout the building. It was something that one should get used to, but that was never going to be the the case. Two years later and they still left ears ringing and heads spinning. Audibly groaning, the girl rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Maybe this morning they would forget about her. Seconds later the brunette knew that was just wishful thinking.
"Let's move ya' filthy Witch!" A deep, baritone voice called out from the front of the cell. Getting ready to throw the covers off and move as ordered, the girl suddenly felt someone grab the unsuspecting foot that stuck out of the covers and jerk. Bare skin met stone floor. The shock of the cold harshness was enough to keep her frozen for a minute longer. "If ya' won't move yerself, then I'll move ya!" Suddenly, the girl found herself being dragged across the floor and down the halls of the asylum. Shirt rubbing up the bare skin that was normally protected was exposed to the rough floor. It was hard not to noticed the irritation building up. Angry, and confused, the chocolate eyed girl tried kicked the man. It didn't help. Then a thought occurred that caused Farrah to stop altogether. If they thought she was weak, then they would underestimate her. It would be easier to get out.
"I can endure this a little longer. Then I'll be free."
Next thing that Farrah knew she was being tossed like a rag doll into the yard. Rolling, she allowed herself a minute to lay there while the world spun. The clouds and blue sky above blended into one. Once everything settled that was when the girl stood. Dusting herself off the brunette quickly glanced around the yard. A couple people had been staring, but once they found nothing interesting they resumed their normal actions. The yard was one of the worst places. It was a feeding ground for the strong, and a hell hole for the weak. Strangely enough, Farrah herself fell more toward the weaker end. There was no need to excerpt dominance if you were a shadow though. And that was what Farrah tried to be. A shadow. Wandering off to the side her chocolate orbs quickly scanned the area.
"Where is he?" She murmured under her breath, orbs darting from place to place. Nope. Nope. Nope. Wait, back track. There. Of course he would be at his normal place. Smiling briefly, Farrah started to head his way. She was not entirely sure how she became friends with the serious Native American, but before she even knew it they were talking and hanging out. The girl was not even totally sure he thought of her as a friend, but she liked to think he did. While she made her way over to the male she made sure to stop and talk to the children. Elena,who was an older women that took it upon herself to watch the children, smiled at Farrah as she walked past. Elena was could probably evenly match "The Court" if she wanted, but it was not in the women's interest to do so. She was gentle soul and made sure that children that were locked in this hell hole were taken care of. Farrah did what she could too.
Farrah spent some time with the children before continuing to make her way to the her friend. "Hey Silus," the brunette greeted while sliding down next to him careful not to hit anything that was aching, "Did you sleep okay?"