Chapter 1

Mutant, that's what people called my kind. There were all kinds of mutants, people who could do extraordinary things, people who were special. I have lived quite a long time to know the horrors of the human race. Once I outlived my family, it didn't really matter to me if I lived or died. My name is Solara and I was an animal, plain and simple. I had the genes of a leopard. When I was young I never really noticed until a pattern of leopard spots formed around my neck like a collar of some sort. They were noticeable. I had claws and fangs and sharpened senses, nothing too cool. I knew how to be vicious, but I always tried not to be. I also had healing abilities.

I was born in New York in 1921. Those times were hell, but now it's 2013 and I was now going with the flows of life in Manchester County. I was a cool cat. Just living. I had no family or friends. But that was okay. I was still in New York at a whore house called The Wet Farm. Now I wasn't one of the girls or anything like that. My friend's great granddaughter owned the club. I have been watching the Mills family for quite sometimes. My now dead friend Emile, was the only person I trusted with my ability, and she saw me for me and not because I was black. Her family hated me, but she never turned me away. She married Jackson Mills and had two girls who I helped raised and then they grew up and had two kids of their own, Sasha, being one of them and now my new best friend. She knew what I was too and she knew my entire background, or what I wanted her to know. But I kept no secrets from her.

"Girl I am telling you, you should work for me. You can make some good money here." Sasha said. I was in her office laughing now as my feet were crossed on her desk.

"Me, one of your girls? I don't think these poor men could handle me." I told her and she smirked from behind her desk.

"Oh come on you are every guy's fantasy. You are a beautiful D-cup, green eyed, wavy haired goddess." She said trying to convince me. Now my new friend was sporting forty and I could no longer tell what body part was real or not on her. But I could smell the old age on her.

"And I am also nineteen with claws and fangs." I told holding up my hand and letting my claws extract before retracting again. My fangs could also extract and retract. It helped me look more normal. Sasha gave me a seductive look.

"A man would love to be clawed and bitten and you've been nineteen for like ever so you can't use that defense." she said trying to convince me. I smirked and watched her stand up and move around her desk.

"Sasha I know nothing about sex. The only time I am ever any good is when I am in heat." I told her and her eyes popped almost and she clapped.

"That works too! You can come around when you are in heat." she told moving behind me. "You need a job honey and I can give it to you."

I was about to deny her but I felt her hand now rubbing the back of my neck. I could feel my body start to calm down and my eyes closed as I began to purr softly. Her hand started to move back from me and I tilted my neck back, my instincts telling me to get her to pet me more.

"You can be easily tamed, Solara. Just think with you, you can make this place sore." she told rubbing the back of my neck again causing me to relax even more. Before I lost myself, I jumped out of my chair.

"I am never telling you my purring spots again." I laughed and grabbed my brown coat and moved towards her door. Sasha laughed.

"Just think about it Solara. What else do you got to lose?" she asked and I sighed at her words, glancing over my shoulder to look at her.

"I shall think about." I replied and she smirked.

"That's all I ask." She told and I grinned and left out into the hall which was filled with moan and grunts. There were closed doors on either side of me and in each was a man pounding into a girl. I could hear everything clearly. Flesh slapping flesh, dirty talk, and growling. I could smell cum and pre cum from both sexes and I wished for a second I was deaf. But that wouldn't help my smelling abilities. I was close to the stairs that would lead me down stairs and down to the lobby when suddenly I paused at the scent I smelled. It smelled rough and powerful. It was a man but different. A male that was not human. I looked around at the doors blocking out the women's moaning and now focusing on the men in the rooms. The smell was close and I turned to right to see a door was cracked and I moved a bit towards it and could, oddly enough, see everything. A large man was pounding into a red head girl. There were claw marks on her back and I could smell the blood perfectly, the metallic smell made me hungry for meet. The man had a firm grip on the woman's waist and I saw the claws that pierced into the girls flesh. She was screaming and moaning at the same time. Her arousal was so apparent it was like I could smell when she was about to cum.

"Oh fuck harder!" she screamed and I looked at the man now. His back was firm and covered in small beads of sweat. He had short brunette hair and I could see something hanging from his neck and they could have been dog tags. He had a firm buttock, but he would have to be in order to ram into her like that. I blocked out the sex and was trying to focus on what kind of animal he was. I was also focusing on how dangerous he was. Blood was all over him and I knew he was a killer. I looked up at the back of his head only see his face looking dead in my direction. He had trimmed facial hair and mutton chops and his eyes were brutal and full of control. He had smelled me and the look in his eyes told me he was no longer interested in the woman he was brutally fucking. I merely leaned back and moved swiftly down the hall and towards the stairs.

I have come into contact with many mutants before, but it was rare if I had a conflict with them. In general I did not know how to actually fight. I just knew how to defend myself. Kill or be killed, the number one rule of survival. I left out the building and tried my best to make it back to the woods. I didn't really have a home, but I had a tent that I rarely left. The woods were my home I guess. I liked it and I did not have to live by the rules of humanity. The woods had no laws and laws did not apply to this leopard. It was not long before I was surrounded by trees and the sound of birds. The area smelled of sticks and dirt and I loved it. I found my tent still intact. I moved inside and lied down on my blankets and rested my head on the pillow. My eyes stared at the ceiling thinking of the mutant is saw earlier. Did they always come to the Farm? Should I go back if he was around? I didn't want conflict ever. I just wanted to live in peace.

Later that night…

After killing a deer and eating it I had decided to go bathe at the lake. I removed my closed and slowly moved into the water. My hair was ticking my butt cheeks and the feeling left me when I was waist deep in the cool water. I was silent as I swam around in the water. I did not use soap; I let the water clean me off. I lifted my arm and gently ran my tongue along it starting from my elbow to my palm. I did this for a few minutes before hearing something snap. My ears twitched and I looked around for a moment. I lifted my head to the sky and smelled around. Everything smelled normal so I slowly dipped my head in the water to get my entire body wet.

When I came back up and smoothed down my hair the sharp scent caught me and a dark laugh invaded the silent forest.

"Well well, isn't this a pretty sight." I turned and looked at the man I had seen earlier standing right by my clothes.