As she ran down the decrepit halls of the old lab, the darkness surrounding her like a shadowy cloak hiding her from normal eyes if there were to be any in this area. However, that was unlikely, as this particular section of the underground facility had not been touched for over a decade or two, ever since upgrading and standardizing the building, along with the equipment that went with the whole 'house of terror'. If there had been any light to shed in the hallway that she was running, there would no doubt be cobwebs, rust from water on the walls, cracks everywhere. But even without a source of light, Xerxes could see just fine, and she saw all of this.<br/><br/>Her breath echoed off of the walls around her, her footsteps however were silent. She was on edge, her nerves shot. If she were standing still, there wasn't a doubt that she would be twitching constantly, fingers constantly moving, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Her heart was racing, and so were the thoughts within her mind. She was free, but with that freedom came a price. Because even though she was clear of the actual building, she had a ways to go before being completely shot of this place. And she knew that this particular moment was extremely critical, because those people would be sending someone...or something...after her, to retrieve her, so they could do god knows what to her when they got her back. Xerxes wanted no part in that. And she'd do anything within her power to prevent it from taking place.<br/><br/>The stench of the human's blood was filling her nostrils, as she'd yet to even had the chance to rid herself of their substance. It made her stomach churn, a nauseating scent it was. But for now she would have to deal with it. Until she could find a safe place and time to risk trying to get rid of some of the foul liquid that was starting to dry in her hair and on her skin, she was stuck with it. Another thing that bombarded her senses were the remains of lab experiments that had gotten stuck here, left to die, their corpses mostly bone by this point, though there were a few species that decayed much slower than usual, and their rotten flesh could be picked out among the must of the labs. She wanted to get out of this place, it was making her sick, just from the smells.<br/><br/>Up ahead was a wall, but she knew that the path turned either left or right. She comes to a halt, first looking down the dark hall to her left, then her right. Biting her bottom lip, she curls her fingers in to a fist, eyes narrowing, brows pressing together in slight frustration. However, if one saw her face, that would be the only thing that showed what she was thinking, because her eyes themselves, at that particular moment, were blank and emotionless. Even so, despite the lack in expression of her eyes, she still felt annoyed. Why was this place such a damn maze? Could they have made it more complicated? Then again, that was the whole point, just in case an experiment had escaped, it was to confuse them and muddle their brains as they tried to figure out the way to the exit. However...<br/><br/>Morphing her form into that of a large<a class="postlink" href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/21100000/Wolfiey-using-ice-breathing-to-get-out-of-jail-in-hell-he-is-the-ruler-on-the-cold-part-of-the-under-wolf-pack-from-hell-21101485-900-678.jpg">wolf</a>, it wasn't your average canine either. The size was at least five times the average wolf, and even then that might be a bit small. At the shoulders this particular wolf stood at almost six feet, and in length not including head and tail, nine feet. It was a good thing the ceilings were built a bit higher than usual. Using the heightened sense of smell that the nostrils of this beast provided, she picks up a scent that signaled fresh air, instead of the stale air of the area around her. Deciding to just stay in this form, she heads to her left, claws lightly clacking on the floor, the chains that were on her form clinking gently as well. Now, in the darkness, the only light came from the eerie glowing eyes of the wolf, and a slight mist like distortion surrounding her that one might see on a cold day when you breathe.<br/><br/>In this particular form she was much faster when running, though she had several others that were much speedier, but she liked this as it was not only fast, and had heightened senses, but was extremely powerful, with an iron jaw grip, rippling muscles, fangs that could rip through the toughest of metals, and claws that weren't easily broken. And, just like with her regular hair, the fur of the wolf had the ability to change, becoming sharp as a knife, bristling and piercing.<br/><br/>The escape wasn't much further, she could sense it. Huffing at the scent, her heart pounding more, but this time in anticipation. She was almost there. Just a little bit more, and she'd be okay.