AUTHORS NOTE: Well here's my first fanfiction. This is something I had going on in my head for a while and wouldn't leave until I put my thoughts into a word document. Feel free to leave advice for an aspiring author as all reviews are appreciated!

Is there a morality to adhere to when I simply want to survive...?

I would hope not.

My feet scraped along the branches of the trees as the howling below me intensified. My breathing grew louder, and the blood on my arm dripped onto the forest floor below. I would normally wonder how I could of avoided the situation, but I suppose it would be better to remind myself on how I got into this predicament in the first place.

Another howl from behind me allowed me to come to a very quick realization.

Now was not the time for contemplation on my screw ups. That could wait.

'One, two three, four,' I counted in my head. I had to try and alleviate my panic. If I tensed up in fear now, it could prove fatal. Becoming the snack of a Beowulf really wasn't high on my to 'to do' list this evening.

'CRACK'

"UNMPH"! I grunted as the branch beneath my feet snapped. That part about not panicking? Fuck that shit. Despite the fear coursing through my body, I smacked my hand briefly against the nearest branch in an attempt to lessen the impact of my fall. When the ground became more prevalent in my vision, I lowered my head and attempted to roll.

'SNAP'

Luck really wasn't on my side today. I quickly turned my head to face my predator and was met by the rushing form of the lone Beowulf. In my plea for survival, I tried my best to ignore the pain in my leg, and released a growl towards the Beowulf. My canines became visible and emphasized as my mouth contorted into a snarl. In what could only be described as a blue flash of light, my injured form was replaced with that of a significantly large grey wolf that rivaled the Beowulf in size, if not just a wee bit smaller in width.

"Grrrrrrrrr," I continued to growl. The Beowulf slowed to a halt about twenty feet from where I stood. The creature clearly had momentum going for it, and so I wondered why it saw fit to merely stare at me. I could think about the grand circle of life and the behavior of Grimm later. Instead of waiting for the vicious monster in front of me to make a snack out of me, I happily took the initiative and pounced.

Die...Die...Die...Die

Killing the beast in front of me was the only thought making its way through my mind. As I slammed into the Beowulf, the creature bared its claws and made to wrap around my back. Now here I was, pinned against my enemy as its sharp claws made its way into my back. I only had one viable option at this moment. Without hesitation I bit down hard into the throat of the Beowulf before me. The blood rushed into my mouth and chunks of flesh stuck to my teeth.

You're a growing girl Sephira...you need to eat.

I continued to bite into the Beowulf until its howls were drowned out by nothing, but the chomping and colliding of teeth on flesh. Before I knew it, the creature had dissolved as most of the Grimm I had seen did when they died. With the threat eliminated, I was briefly enveloped in a blue light before I reverted back to what I referred to as 'me'.

Blood covered my face, and I could still taste Beowulf in my mouth. I suppose I couldn't complain really. Meals were hard enough to come by while trying to avoid the ravenous Grimm populations.

"Hmph," I grunted before standing. My leg ached in pain and I could feel a warm sticky substance coating my back. I leaned back against a tree, and I could feel the back of my cropped sweater beginning to stick to my back. There was traces of the red liquid that usually came from my wounds, on my blue shorts, and green fingerless gloves as well. I brushed my blue hair out of my eyes, only to get a whiff of the metallic substance coating my gloves.

'Ew'

At least, I'm fairly certain that was how most people expressed disgust from what I observed. It was proper to express disgust at such a volatile situation? Wasn't it? I'd seen those weapon wielding predators scowl whenever they stepped in the excrement of the wildlife. Was I strange for thinking otherwise? I was accustomed to the wilderness by now. It was my way of life, and the thought that some stranger could tell me my way of life wasn't normal or happened to be 'disgusting' was infuriating. I snarled and bared my canine tooth at the thought.

I shook my head in defeat. There wasn't any use in dwelling on some...what did he call himself...a hunter? He clearly saw himself as some sort of alpha among his peers. I would stay as far away as I could from his pack.

I picked up the branch of the tree where it had broken under me, and used it to keep my balance.

'FUUUUCKIIIING HEEEEELLLLLLL'

'Ow'

Moving in itself was rather painful, but if I stayed here, I would no doubt become the evening appetizer of some wandering Demon. Unfortunately, steering myself through the pain was the only way out.

Live...Sephira.

I nodded, and started the lengthy walk back to my humble home.

Authors Note: So yeah, there you have it. I thought it was pretty good for a prologue chapter. I'm hoping to get another chapter up by Friday at the latest.

A special thanks to HipsterBird for beta reading my story for me!