[Kokipa]

Damaged people are the most dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home.

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The wraith was one the hunt for something nourishing. 

Unlike some of the wolves here, who grew up and had aspirations for grandeur, she had no such wants. No, she just wanted to live and have a purpose. To forget the ache inside of her beating chest, the one that that remembered what was before. Before she had lost her way in the woods. She didn't want the pain of not having her love either. God, it hurt like a loadstone. She didn't want this organ in her chest to beat for those she had lost. But she did and everyday she walked within this dark forest she felt it get heavier. Had she really forgotten everything? No, she hadn't. She had taken up her old den, though it held nothing of her in it anymore. She couldn't stand to be there while she thought about the memories she had made since her last visit and stay in Alteron. So instead she came out, looking for prey. A good hunt would help set her to rights.  

She remembered her old hunting grounds and made her way towards the creek beds. They provided a hunting lane and she was dark enough to keep in the shadows as to not to be seen. She had the appearance of a weaker soul, someone who would blindly follow anyone. But she was a sword that had been forged long ago. Like a forged sword, she was made hot and then cooled quickly, her tempering a long process. She had become a thing that no one thought would be of any danger and they still did not have a clue as to what she had done or had become. She had been a spy, gathering information. She had been the dark and she had been strong. As the wraith walked along the creeks edges, she got into the zone of hunting not wanting think about the past anymore. The black dire went just into the trees, spotting tracks and staying downwind of the prey that would come to drink. It didn't take long until she caught the scent of a young doe. Kokipa had no qualms about hunting something young.

She stalked her prey and a quick explosion of movement later, she had downed the prey she was searching for, her instincts to eat taking over while the skills she honed still took in the area, the smells. Just as she was ripping into the best pieces, she stopped. Her bright eyes scanned the woods around her, knowing something was off. "Come out." brief harsh words that sounded like someone who had smoked far to long. She knew someone was there, but she did not know who.