<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">`•.•●•۰• ☪ •۰•●•.•´</span></strong><br/>Ϛ O L I <span class="bbc_u">E L</span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">`•.•●•۰• ☪ •۰•●•.•´</span></strong></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Ш H</span> I T E</div><div align="center">(http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww244/MizzLeo31/Hayden_P____Suicide_Girl_by_WaltLindsay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Ϊ</strong>t was just like her to come in early in the morning from a long night. For about a week now she Soleil would press herself into the same routine. Work the nigh shift and sleep during the day, all day. Her job wasn't actually what a first class citizen would label 'work', but revenue had to be brought into the pack. Her job wasn't very legal either, but working at and underground fighting ring did have it's perks. She would always know who to bet on and always who to bet against. That was one job, the other was 'borrowing'. Humans were so easy to make money off of. Anyone from junkies, to prostitutes and even their pimps. She didn't like the way drug addicted humans tasted. It's was as bad as eating soy and rotting meat. However they were easy to come by and sufficient. Her tastes were becoming more pronounced now a days though. She wanted something bigger, something richer. Tired of living  in this place she felt a wolf like her deserved more and she was willing to do anything to get it.She didn't like them, that pack of meat loving dogs. They had betrayed the rules of tradition. Tradition that had been well established beyond their time. That night they had came so close, the night of the attack. It was fun, but only for a short while. They way they had left that girl she was sure she would die, but no. Those dogs had to go all noble and save that bitch and now she was an alpha? Ha! She didn't deserve that rank, she didn't deserve any of it. <br/><br/>Entering her home she sneaked quietly to her bedroom. Hopefully the floor boards could resist creaking under her weight as she slipped inside and closed it. Her room was dark for the most part, she didn't like to much sunlight in a concentrated area, especially not since she was tired. Walking into her closet she grabbed a few clothes to put on after her shower and some night clothes. She hated wearing clothes. They were always constraining to her and they made her hot. So she tried to wear as less as possible. He attire usually consisted of a graphic tee, tattered shorts or skirt and boots. Running her fingers through her bright orange reddish hair she slid over towards the dresser to pick out under wear, which was something she didn't like to wear to either. Slipping pass her bedroom door she headed for the shower, a yawn escaping her lips. Stopping suddenly in her tracks she heard noises don the hall.A quick sniff would alerted her to Musette in an all but fit of rage. Muse was pissed and it was very wise to avoid her when she was mad, but damn did the objects in the room have to suffer?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">`•.•●•۰• ☪ •۰•●•.•´</span></strong><br/>Ƀ L O O D <span class="bbc_u">R U N N E R S</span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">`•.•●•۰• ☪ •۰•●•.•´</span></strong></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Ƀ</span> E T A</div>