Lets see if I can totally fuck with your minds. ††††† "she was a girl always hidden from storms, yet craving bloodshed. she ran towards destruction all the while chanting prayers for freedom- from monotonity, from society, and from her madness. she loved a wolf in blood lust who thirsted for her taste. she was a raven." Ràith was one of those girls who did not care whether she was loved or hated. she simply existed somewhere between society norms and normality definitions- yet always knowing, always craving that simple adrenaline drive that breaking rules gave her. it wasn't until she realized that lives were rules, that she understood that breaking lives were even more thrilling. especially if the life in question was hers. but breaking and dying and being devoured are different, aren't they? perhaps not to the man determined to possess her. and perhaps not to the man determined to tear apart that sliver of sanity she hung to. not to the man determined to rave the raven. ††††† NOTE: Some instances in this story might be unsuitable for audiences under the age of 17. Trigger warning.