Nighttime was a time of reflection for Yuffie. When everyone had dragged off to bed, she was left wide-awake. The silence was filled only by her harrowing thoughts. These thoughts contained fears and regrets, self-loathing sewing it all together with dark and gothic designs.
The majority of her fears may have been somewhat shallow or vain, but Yuffie had never really considered herself to be a deep or mature person to begin with…What she prided herself in was her honesty…
Her blunt honesty.
And right now, it was saying she was about ready to just bail and run the hell away. From all of this. This cabin, this world, this life...Just drop everything and disappear. Maybe she would go to the Round Island, where Cloud had found the Knights of the Round. That place was isolated enough. She would be completely alone there.
Completely and absolutely alone.
Holding up a clawed hand, Yuffie examined it intensely, as if seeing it for the first time. The claws had grown longer, and were so tough that she couldn't cut them. The claws on her feet had grown as well, and this presented a huge problem for Yuffie, because she couldn't wear shoes. She didn't look forward to trudging through miles of snow, barefoot. Her feet would be numb and black with frostbite before she would even reach Icicle Inn.
But as she examined her claws, a different feeling began to swell in her chest.
By human terms, they were ugly, and a hassle to deal with. But in a…more practical light, they were really something to admire. Razor sharp and extremely tough, the possibilities stacked higher and higher, one on top of the other. These were scary, sure, but when cornered in a fight, wasn't that what Yuffie wanted? To be intimidating?
This feeling, which seemed to have come from nothing, grew at an alarming rate.
Claws gleaming in the glow of the fireplace, she curled her fingers delicately, turning her hand as she did so. Stretching out her arm, she studied her claws at length.
An uncharacteristically fierce smile spread across her face.
Her eyes were filled with feral pride.
"What great claws I have…" Yuffie murmured in soft amusement.
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Light came into the cabin warily, dispersing the dark shadows and causing them to scatter to the obscure corners of the rooms. Yuffie, unaware of the innocent infiltration of morning, dozed on peacefully, something she hadn't been able to do so easily in the past few days.
She was sprawled out on the bed, in a tangle of white sheets, shoulder length hair tousled. Mouth slightly agape, she didn't even stir as the others began to come down.
Beatrix was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, a bag of trail mix clutched in her hand. Ern sat on the couch, reading a magazine.
He was muttering to himself again.
Julius came slowly down the stairs, yawning and stretching. As he came into the living room, he noticed Yuffie's absence and frowned. The girl was usually the first one up…
"Where's Yuffie?" Julius asked, sitting down on the recliner.
Beatrix shrugged, "She hasn't gotten up yet."
"Really? She must have been pretty tired last night then…"
"Guess so." Beatrix stuffed another handful of trail mix into her mouth when her crimson eyes landed on the back of Ern's head. She frowned.
"Hey, Ern! What'cha doin'?"
The man jumped slightly and turned staring at her with wide eyes. "N-nothin'…"
She raised an eyebrow. "That so? Looks like your doin' something…"
"I-I'm n-n-not, really."
Beatrix hopped off the counter with a sigh and came out of the kitchen, hopping over the back of the couch and landing with a 'phwump' next to Ern. He shirked, hiding the magazine behind him.
The redhead grinned fiercely. "Come on Ern! Just tell me! Can't be that bad."
"It's nothing!" he cried in alarm, leaning away.
Beatrix pouted. "Fine. Don't tell me."
"Ah…leave 'im alone, Trixy." Julius sighed, giving Ern a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, leave me alone!" Ern chimed. Beatrix glared at him menacingly and he immediately shrank back again.
"You know…your room smells like gunpowder…just what the hell are you doing in there? You aren't doing anything you aren't supposed to, now are you?"
"T-that's none of y-your business."
"…Fine. I really don't wanna know. It's probably something creepy and strange that'll make me twitch endlessly."
Julius groaned in aggravation. "Beatrix, why are you always picking on Ern now, huh?"
Beatrix crossed her arms. "Ever since the stupid bugger threw up all over my sheets."
"Aw, come on, Trixy!" Ern whined, "The dinner was horrible that night, I couldn't help it!"
Beatrix fumed. "I made dinner that night you twit!"
Julius shook his head, "You know Ern, for someone with memory like yours, I thought you woulda caught that…"
"What are you people on about now?"
Everyone turned to see Taerk, standing at the start of the hallway.
Julius shrugged with a roll of his eyes. "Beatrix is picking on Ern, who really is a tactless half-wit, because he threw up on her sheets on account of her horrible cooking."
Taerk winced at the memory. "Yeah, I remember that… I was held up in the bathroom for ages, no thanks to her."
Beatrix slumped in her seat, her cheeks reddening. "Will you guys quit?"
Julius smirked, "Why? You're so much fun to pick on!"
"Figures…I have to live with you saps everyday, and I swear someone, somewhere, is getting a kick out of it…" the girl grumbled.
--
"So bored…"
Jenila was crashed on the couch, face buried in a pillow. She let out a groan of frustration and sat up, her hair a tangled mess. Eyes narrowed in sleep, she slowly looked around the room.
The villa was dark, the curtains still pulled shut, and the air was thick with negativity. Jenila felt like she was being drowned in someone else's despair. And besides the fact that the home was as messy as the succubus's apartment, there was something else wrong. Very wrong.
"…No tortilla chips."
Standing in the kitchen, Jenila glared at everything in distaste. "I can't believe they don't have any tortilla chips!"
"Keep your voice down."
The dark haired woman turned to see Rae standing in the doorway. The blonde opened the fridge and muttered irritably, "Cloud is still sleeping."
Jenila shrugged, "He was a fool to open his mouth when he did, and he was a fool to close his mouth when he did. Honestly, I don't see why we have to suffer for his mistakes."
"I'd thought you'd show a little more sympathy towards a man who just went through what he did."
"Nope, 'fraid not."
"Jenila, please, just do me a favor and keep your mouth shut for once? We can't leave without Cloud, he's the only one the others will listen to."
"Are you so sure? Can't we just get the other members? I mean, who said we had to get ALL of them? That 'Tifa' woman went and ran off to Crux knows where, and 'Mr. Leader' over here is probably so depressed and traumatized from yesterday that he won't ever leave that godforsaken room of his ever again. …Come on. Corel is just west of here. Let's get that…uh…other guy, the one you said was there."
"You mean Mr. Wallace?"
"Yeah, him. Then after we get him,
we can head to Cosmo-"
"We'll leave today."
Rae and Jenila jumped.
Cloud was standing in the doorway.
He looked cold with solemnity, his spiky hair flat on one side from sleep. "We'll make a stop at your hotel room, so you can get whatever you want to take with you." He turned and headed for the bathroom, leaving the two women to stare after him.
Jenila frowned. "Who's he to boss us around like that?"
Rae shrugged. "Don't complain, at least we're not going to be sitting on our bottoms all day."
--
They left Costa del Sol quickly.
Everyone seemed on edge.
Jenila was the only one talking, however. Rae and Cloud were silent, too consumed in their own thoughts to tell the woman to shut up.
"All I want is one chip…Just one! Is that so much to ask?"
Neither answered her, and Jenila grew beyond irritated. "Gods, what is it with you people? You're so quiet!"
Still no answer.
The raven-haired girl fumed silently, finally taking the hint.
They were working their way up a hill, the town of Costa del Sol steadily growing smaller behind them as they entered the mountains. Cloud was in the lead, knowing the trail better than either Jenila or Rae, not that there was much navigating to do. Rae was following closely behind him, eyes narrowed in thought. Jenila trailed behind, scowling angrily.
Cloud had his Ultima Weapon strapped to his back, and he strained under the weight, no longer accustomed to such travel. He figured he'd get used to it, however, considering the problems they were now facing, he'd be doing this a lot more often. And it was these thoughts that led to his reluctant determination, if such a thing exists.
This was another goal in his life that once again filled him with purpose. But the path to this goal, he knew, would be riddled with hardships and obstacles, one them being a certain gutsy fighter by the name of Tifa. His childhood friend, and as far as he knew, his ex-wife and lover.
Maybe…her leaving was for the best.
He had nothing to give her. Just his crippled love and his short life. He cared for her, loved her, but his love had never been whole. Part of it died with Aeris.
Often he would have dreams of the ethereal flower girl, from memories long since passed and of moments that had never even happened, just fabrications of a disillusioned mind. Her image taunted him, threatening to tear whatever was left of himself and his relationship with Tifa. He wished he could love the fighter completely and without falter, but things didn't work out that way. Even if Aeris were still alive, and she was his wife, he doubted he would show any more loyalty to her than to Tifa.
And that was the truth.
He was split equally down the middle between the two women. One alive. One dead. It should have been an easy choice. Ironically enough, it wasn't. It wasn't easy at all.
Cloud only regretted not ending the relationship himself sooner. Tifa was a beautiful woman, who deserved the best. He had trapped her in a cage, thinking he was doing Tifa a favor.
But she didn't want favors. She wanted his love.
And so, she freed herself of his restraints.
Cloud glanced over his shoulder at the two women following behind him.
Inwardly, he sighed.
"This…is going to be interesting." He thought.
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"Yuffie, get up!"
"Ngh…"
"You can't sleep forever, you need to eat!"
"…Ugh! Go 'way!!"
"I'll pour you with cold water. Don't think I won't."
Yuffie was covering her head with a pillow, turning her back on Beatrix, who was trying her hardest to get the girl out of bed.
Needless to say, she wasn't succeeding.
Beatrix tried to pull the blankets off in vain. "Come…on!" she grunted, pulling, "You've….been…sleeping….for hours! This is…getting…ridiculous!" the blanket slipped from her grasp, and the young girl fell back onto her rear ungracefully. Red in the face, she called for help.
"Taerk!"
The man appeared at the door, looking annoyed. "What?" he snapped.
Beatrix stood, gesturing at the bed in a flustered mess. "Help me get her out of bed! She won't budge!"
He frowned and glanced at Yuffie's still form, eyebrow quirking. Slowly, a wicked smile spread across his face. "With pleasure, Beatrix." He drawled.
Rubbing his hands together, he moved to the side of the bed and, bending his knees, promptly lifted it up into the air, Yuffie spilling out onto the floor along with the blankets and pillow. Chuckling gruffly, he set the bed back down.
The cat girl let out a yowl of surprised irritation, her eyes fluttering in confusion. Seeing the smug look on Taerk's face, she hissed deeply. "What the hell was that for!?" she seethed.
Taerk chuckled again as he left the room. "Just got you out of bed was all, no need to get your whiskers in a twist."
Beatrix bit back a smile as Yuffie stood clumsily to her feet, still tangled in her sheets.
The younger girl crossed her arms. "Since your up," Yuffie glared daggers, "Could I interest you in some food?"
Yuffie grumbled irritably. "Do I have a choice?"
Beatrix smirked. "Not really."
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Sitting in a plush suite in the hotel 'Brilliantes', Tifa wondered just what it was she had gotten herself into. Immediately upon checking in, the greasy haired clerk had been struck with awe. Tifa asked pleadingly that he not say a word of her stay to anyone, except of course the hotel staff. "I really don't feel like being hounded by tabloid reporters…" she had said. Considering there weren't gangs of paparazzi camping outside her door, Tifa conceded that the man had stayed true to his word.
But the hotel staff themselves…
They seemed intent on tending to her every whim, and that meant constant badgering on their part. Tifa looked forward to the day that she checked out of the hotel and into a nice cozy apartment. But she needed to find a place to go before that.
She had been here only a day and so far she hadn't seen any place she could stay, or would like to stay in. Tifa tried to reason with herself that it was only logical that she hadn't found anything yet; she had barely begun her new life.
"It's only my first day," she thought, as she sat at the end of her bed. "I have all the time in the world to find a place of my own."
Glancing at the clock, she frowned. It was eight o' clock. Much too early to go to bed, but at the same time…what could she do? Eyes flickering towards the desk, she spotted her diary and bit her lip. Well, it wouldn't hurt…
Standing, she went and sat down at the desk, scooting the oak chair closer. Grabbing the pen, she opened the diary.
"Dear diary-" Tifa winced as she wrote those words on the paper, feeling a faint blush rise to her face. She felt ridiculous greeting or addressing her diary in anyway, as if it were a human being. Wasn't that what lonely people did? Looking guilty, she continued to write. "-It was my first day at Icicle Inn, and I'm exhausted. I'm staying at the hotel Brilliantes, and the staff is already driving me insane. I would give anything to be in obscurity again. I never had so much trouble with people recognizing my name before. I practically had to run out of the hotel this morning; the hotel manager was smothering me with his 'hospitality'."
Tifa stopped, biting her lip. The tip of her pen hovered idly over the paper, ready to write. She thought back on the day, trying to think of something else to say.
Face lighting up in a grin, she began to write again.
"I walked around the streets for a while, not really having a place to go. I recognized a few things, found some others, but nothing really caught my eye. Then, I found this cat. It was a small cat, not too small, but I could tell it was young, and it was black with green eyes, the tips of its ears white. It looked strange, sitting there on the street like it was waiting for something. When it looked up at me, we locked eyes, and I stopped. I got this chill up my back, and when I realized what I was doing, I continued walking. The cat followed me.
"When I stopped, he stopped. When I moved, he moved. He followed me all over town, and stuck with me even when I was lost. I was getting kind of flustered with the attention it was giving me, so I gave it a piece of food from my lunch. It was mistrusting at first, but then it finally took the morsel and from that moment on it was a lot friendlier. It even let me pet it.
"When I got back to the hotel, not too long ago, it stopped at the doors and turned right around, going back the way we came. I don't know why it suddenly did that. But I guess it just didn't like the looks of the hotel. If I could, I would have followed after it. I didn't look forward to being bothered by the hotel manager again.
"Today was a quiet, but interesting day. I can't help but shake the feeling that cat was up to something somehow…"
There was a scratching at Tifa's window. The woman jumped at the sound, and turned in surprise. "What-?"
Her eyes widened.
The young cat from before was looking at her imploringly from outside, a single paw clawing at the glass pane. It mewed pitifully.
Bolting to her feet, Tifa hurried to the window, swinging it open and scooping the cat into her arms. Clutching it protectively to her breast, she carried it to her bed, the look on her face bewildered.
"What were you doing out there!? And just how did you know what room I was in?" She set the cat on the bed, suddenly stern.
Of course, the cat didn't answer, only purred and butt its head against her hand affectionately. Tifa went and shut the window, then turned to the cat again, placing her hands on her hips. "You could have killed yourself out there! Are you insane?"
The cat blinked at her.
Tifa pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ugh…look at me, I'm talking to a cat."
The cat mewed; tail swishing from side to side.
The fighter smirked and sat on the bed next to it, petting its fur. "I bet you must think I'm crazy, don't ya' fella'?"
The cat growled, looking offended.
Tifa wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
No…the cat just looked offended. It couldn't understand her.
But then the cat rolled over onto its back, allowing Tifa to rub its belly. She blushed as realization hit her.
"Oh…I'm sorry. I guess you aren't a boy…"
The cat purred in response.
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Back at the cabin, there was celebration.
Everyone was out in the snow; Beatrix singing nameless folk songs while Julius did a jig to her music. Taerk clapped loudly to the beat, laughing while Ern laughed along with him. Meridian and Mikau were clapping to, smiling rare smiles. Yuffie watched warily from the safety of the cabin, leaning on the front door. She was mildly amused, but mainly nervous.
She could feel the change in the air. The change in the others.
She felt distant, like she couldn't reach them now if she wanted to.
Julius pulled Meridian and Mikau into joining his dance, and soon the others followed suite.
They all looked so…free. As the dance continued things seemed to get more intense and intimate, and their random movements turned more rhythmic and planned. Beatrix was still singing, but she was only singing the melody, not the words. Her eyes were closed and she swayed and pranced, looking more and more like some nymph in the snow, her pale skin glowing eerily in the face of the moonlight. The others were getting into it as much as she was, and Yuffie realized with a start what was happening.
They were doing some kind of tribal dance.
They circled again and again, and Yuffie could see that even though the transformation from man to beast hadn't happened physically yet, she knew their minds were already those of true wolves.
Beatrix gradually stopped singing, instead howling into the cold air like someone possessed. The others joined her, and together they made an eerie chorus, both beautiful and frightening.
Yuffie shrank back, away from the door. She watched the others with wide eyes, something stirring within herself.
Then she slammed the door shut.
Their howls still penetrated the walls and filled her ears, echoing over and over in her mind until she thought she would go mad.
Her breathing became labored as she hurried into the hallway and up the stairs into the second floor. Yuffie had only been up here once, when Beatrix had showed her around. There were four small rooms. From closest to the stairs to farthest were Julius and Ern's room, then Taerk and Mikau's room, Meridian's room, and Beatrix's room. It was dark, but Yuffie took comfort in this. She didn't know why exactly, but she just felt her muscles ease up at knowing she was cloaked in shadow. Maybe it was another 'instinct' thing, like Beatrix had told her.
The cat girl could still hear the others outside, and though it filled her with fear to think just what was going on down there…
Someone had once told her that curiosity had killed the cat.
But alternatively, she had learned that satisfaction had brought it back.
Creeping towards Beatrix's room, she turned the doorknob and slinked in. The moonlight poured in through the window, barely lighting the dark little room. Posters of various rock bands covered the walls, and the bed, with black satin sheets, had been lowered to the floor. The room smelled like incense and strawberries. The wolf scent was still very noticeable however, and coupled with the howling and shouting outside, Yuffie began to feel particularly on edge.
Tail lashing, Yuffie walked slowly towards the window, her breath catching in her throat. She winced as she came into the moonlight.
Looking down at the others below, she felt her stomach clench as she watched them dance wildly in the snow.
They looked…primal.
They were half naked, all of them, and they jumped, yipped and twirled without tire, the cold apparently not bothering them at all.
As they shed the last of their clothing, Yuffie breathed distractedly, "They'll freeze to death…" she didn't really seem perturbed by the fact that they were now completely naked, but instead was more preoccupied with the bigger picture. And the bigger picture was changing.
Gradually they all stopped, chests heaving and faces flushed. Meridian looked to the moon, his hair blowing slightly in the wind.
Yuffie recalled what Beatrix had told her earlier that day, when she had forced her to eat.
"Once a month, we dance for Artemis. Our creator." She had said as she piled food onto Yuffie's plate, "She gave us the power to be the best hunters in the world, and we give our thanks through dance. You see we used to be humans, way back in the days of the Cetra." The ninja had raised her eyebrows at that, and Beatrix smirked. "We lived in the forests as hunters and gatherers, and we would go out into the forests in the dead of night, with wolf skins on our backs, preying on animals for food. One night, Artemis granted our wish to be stronger, and the skins on our back became our flesh. That night was the night of the full moon, when Artemis's face was turned completely on the world to look down on those on it. We are her children. She is our mother."
And so when Meridian stood to his full height, his shoulders squared as he looked up at the moon, Yuffie completely understood what was going on…and what he was going to do.
Throwing his head back, he howled loudly. The others followed his example, and they all howled in unison. Yuffie tensed, gritting her teeth.
Her tail was lashing violently.
The howls stopped, and without warning Meridian doubled over, clutching his head. He turned slightly and to Yuffie's horror, she saw his face elongate, and his long, beautiful hair shorten. His head widened, and he squeezed his eyes shut as hair began to cover his face. The cat girl could see the bones and muscles in his body shifting and moving beneath the skin, and her legs grew weak. She leaned against the windowsill and watched in horror as the others began to transform as well.
White fur sprouted from Meridian's graying skin, a tail sprouting from his tailbone. He opened his eyes again, and Yuffie shivered at the golden wolf eyes that now pierced from beneath his furry brows.
His transformation was complete.
Mouth going dry, Yuffie watched as the others made the complete transformation. Numbly, she took in all she saw.
Meridian was at least seven feet tall in his wolf form, his fur a dazzling white. He stood on his hind legs, like a human, and he had long arms and small, human-like hands. Though his head looked like a wolf, Yuffie registered the human qualities in his face.
Was he smiling just now?
Beatrix was considerably shorter than Meridian, and was only about six feet tall. Her body was much more lithe and petite compared to her companions, and her fur was a vibrant auburn shade that complimented her crimson wolf eyes.
Ern was only slightly taller than Beatrix, and rather scruffy looking, especially around the muzzle. His fur was a dark gray, and his ears were easily the largest of the groups. They twisted and turned in stiff alertness.
Julius's fur was a bit different from Beatrix's, in that it was darker. He was at least half a foot taller than Meridian, though he was slimmer, his body built more for speed and flexibility.
Taerk was about the same height as Julius, his coat a dark golden color, borderline brown. He was the bulkiest of the group, his body large and muscular.
Mikau was Meridian's height, and had black fur. He didn't look so aloof now, but energetic and bright eyed. The sides of his furry face pushed up into what looked suspiciously like a smile…a fierce one that is.
They all howled in unison again, this time sounding like actual wolves.
Face glistening with sweat, Yuffie stumbled back, away from the sight.
It was too much…
The cat girl was hit with a sudden bout of nausea, and she wrenched once before letting out a groan. She tripped on her feet and fell to the floor with a crash, crying out in pain.
The others were yipping and howling again. She could hear them out there.
And it was driving her insane.
Gritting her teeth, Yuffie clamped her hands over her ears. Her breathing became steadily more difficult, and she could feel the start of a headache coming on.
Something kept telling her to run away. Telling her to hide.
Yuffie closed her eyes as the pain in her head quickly became worse, the wolf scent filling her senses like poison.
That infernal howling…The ninja tried to fight the emotions in her. The sudden wave of fear was overwhelming.
It wasn't her thoughts. They were darker and held an edge to it that Yuffie could never come up with.
"Run away. Hide, before they find you."
Yuffie let out a cry as pain shot straight through her head, down her spine and limbs. Her body began to ache.
"What's…happening?" she breathed, curling into a ball.
She let out a small scream as her body began to change. She could hear her bones crunching and twisting, feel her muscles shifting…Momentary panic coursed through her before Yuffie realized just what was happening.
And, listlessly…she gave into it.
It sped up the moment she stopped fighting it. The pain was intense, but…it was a sweet pain. The ninja felt a noticeably large weight being lifted off her mind, a thing she had been suppressing without even realizing it…
Yuffie was changing into a cat.
Her body gradually lessened in size, and she uncurled slightly as she shrank into her clothes. Fur sprouted from her skin, her joints locking back into place as the transformation ended.
Yuffie purred in surprise as she stood shakily to her feet.
"I'm…my legs!" she thought with alarm. The cat girl slipped clumsily out of the clothes that blanketed her. Tail twitching, she tried to examine herself as best she could. The biggest change that Yuffie could see was…
She was standing on four paws, not two feet.
She was covered in a thick coat of black fur, her body in every way like a cat's. But what was so disturbing was the frightening realization that the body she was looking down at…was her own.
Trembling, Yuffie's fur puffed up at the sound of the others outside. Their voices were getting distant…
The cat girl darted out of the room like a bullet, thinking of only one thing.
Finding a place to hide before the others came back.
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A/N: And voila, the werewolf chapter is finally here. Stuff is actually happening now, but considering what I'm planning to do, this is still just a lot of setup. Annoying I know, but how many more times do you want me to apologize for the slow pace? Give me a second guys, I'm on a roll here.
The next chapter is completely finished. I've just got to type it into my computer (because I write this all down on paper first) then read it over and edit it, though, as Stratadrake knows so well, I am not very good at that. ;;
On the issue of whether or not Yuffie would be able to sniff out the doggy treats or not…well the doggy treats were in a kind of out of the way place to begin with. Plus with all those cleaning supplies put in there with the food way in the back, I'd doubt Yuffie would smell them at all. As I recall, doggy treats don't have that strong a scent really, stuff like glass cleaner and bleach, however, I know can smell pretty strongly. So even with a heightened sense of smell, I doubt Yuffie would be able to pick out the smell of treats well enough for her brain to register and acknowledge it.
And the word 'shirked'…I don't remember where I read it, but I know it means generally the same as 'wincing' or 'flinching'.
I'm a lot happier with this chapter than my last one, and the next one I especially like because it was so much fun to write (I look forward to starting chapter nine, I've got a lot of things planned…)
And if you're familiar with the Greek god, Artemis, then you'll know that she is affiliated with nature, the moon, and hunters. It just all seemed to fit somehow. I also took ideas from 'Blood and Chocolate', a story about werewolves by a woman whose last name is Klause…I think her first name is Marianne, or something like that. …Eh, well I gave you a title and last name, so you can look it up in a search engine or something. I've given credit was credit was due, so there. Nyah.
Oh, and in chapter five, there was one line that I meant to make a comment about at the end of the chapter, but forgot to (as I'm prone to do)
"Pain was shooting through her heart like bullets, slashing at the bloody remains and scattering the pieces on the floor for the doves to peck at."
A line said in a play by the great Shakespeare inspired this, said after Tifa leaves Cloud. I don't remember the play's name, ironically enough, but I know the person who speaks it is called 'Iago' (forgive me if I spelled that wrong). What I wrote isn't the actual line word for word, but it was inspired by it. It went something like 'and I shall wear my heart on my sleeve, for the doves to peck at.' Or something.
…Right.
Anyways…I want to split the lycan group up somehow. I especially don't like the small amount of attention given to Mikau and Ern in the recent chapters. In fact, I end up forgetting that Mikau is even part of the story. This could result in a plot hole, so while I devise some kind of plan to get these guys separated (and therefore splitting the story among more groups) I'll be able to portray them better and have more things happening. This will mean the story will be a little bogged down, but if I can shed some more light on the neglected, if only for a moment, then I'll be happy.
Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm pretty sure I had something else to tell you, but I've most likely forgotten it, in which case, I'll, hopefully, remember to mention at the end of the next chapter, which really should be coming in soon. Keep in mind, however, I've got finals this week.
Well…as always, thanks for reading. Please be sure to take a second and leave a review.