[RP] The West Side

A figured walked in the distance of the night, as the figure was walking slowly now being tired. Walking along the roads seeing all the streets and such, she felt uneasy about this place she wasn't sure about it. Amelia now continued walking, she figured if she kept walking she'd be no where. After a minute she saw pairs of eyes she didn't like, she began running now with as much as speed as she had. She was athletic enough to run for lengths, as she finally turned the corner and ducked down hiding behind the garbage bin. It was huge so it'd conceal her but, she didn't know she could be found easily anyways with her scent. As she saw the figures past, she sign in relief hoping they wouldn't return, as she stood up feeling ready to run another run before they came back. Amelia would of started moving but, she couldn't her body wouldn't process the movments, as she automatically felt really tired and hungry, she hadn't eaten much sense the other day because the owner wouldn't feed her. The feminine figured fell over on to the ground still on the side of the garbage can, as she pulled her feet in the cloack hiding them. Her black hair spawled out and her hazil eyes shut from being tired. If it wasn't for her black hair being out, you'd think it was just some big brown bag that looked like garbage but, you'd tell its a person from the hair.

Amelia awoke from hearing a deep growl. She got up quickly and noticed a dog a pretty natrual average dog that looked hungry. She had simply shivered a bit and started into a sprint, as she felt the dog almost caught her jacket but, only ripped it a bit. Sighing the female ran as quick as she could, not making a sound because she didn't want others to hear her. Biting her lip, she entered a area she didn't like, it looked abandoned.
(Change: East side outskirts)

Narissara folded her arms across her chest as she walked down the quiet streets, where she had been before until she was rudely plucked from it against her will. Yet she was never given a straight answer other than the word potential being said over and over, annoying to her. She reached her hand up to shove is under her jacket and rub at her shoulder some, snapping her hand back when she touched the scar on it. She wrinkled her nose some. Though the Beta gave her a good beating back at the mansion, it did nothing to her...didn't change her attitude, didn't even hurt. She'd been through worse, that was like a walk in the park. The thought of him actually killing her crossed her mind but didn't do much, she'd been close to death many times before. She started to not fear it. Tapping her fingers along her arm, all she knew was that she was glad she was away from that mansion...the pack wolves and the nasty slaves. Slaves were just...disgusting in her eyes which is why she showed no respect for the one who tried to talk to her. Giving up your entire life just to be at the beck and call of one person, letting them do whatever they wanted to you...ew.