Glittering Cage {Indy}

[DAPHNE SASHA ASTOR]

Trees were necessarily the most comfy place to wait. But alas, that was what Daphne was doing. Waiting. Invisible. In a tree. Normally, holding still might not have been her thing, but when she had a purpose- and a good one, at that- she could be the most, focused, patient being in the known universe. Part of that may have been because she was crazy- though you would never ever hear her admit such a thing. She'd had enough people tell her she was crazy that she finally realized it was really them with the problem. She was fine. She was dandy. She had a few little problems now and then, but who didn't, honestly? So there was no way she would ever admit to any kind of mental problems. They might try to stick her back in that gods-damned box in that gods-damned place, and Daphne would be damned if they would succeed. No, come hell or high water, she'd die first. But that was more than a touch off from her current pursuit. This evening, she had a very special plan, and a very special target. Not a specific one, mind, but she was bound to find what she was looking for on a full moon night in this forest. We know what you're thinking, 'Full moon? Must be a were.' Dingdingding! You'd be correct. Her fae curiosity, combined with her own macabre interest in the breaking of something to mold it into something else, had propelled her into hunting a werewolf.

But she didn't know any personally. It was why she was out here in the middle of the night in a tree, waiting to watch and hear her trap spring into action. To kill time, she was filing her nails into perfect little half moons. The perfectly round, white slivers on the ends of her long, perfect fingers seemed a perfect compliment. Sometimes she wore polish on them, but not this evening. The rhythmic filing sounds quietly passed the time, and she could see quite well in the dark, so she knew that the manicure would turn out marvelously. She was even humming to herself, strangely unconcerned if her prey would catch her. But then again, maybe that was the goal. One never knew with Daphne. Maybe she was bait, maybe she was a hunter, maybe she was awake, maybe she was asleep. But she was never prey, oh no. She had sworn off being prey a long time ago. Now, she caught the prey. The trap tonight was simple enough: a large net of super-strong fibers hid under a carpet of leaves. The net was keyed to go off- thanks to a very handy spell she'd choked out a witch a few days ago- when a werewolf entered the territory. The net would close, securing her catch, Daphne would move the silver-lined cage into place- wearing gloves, of course- and then plop her prey into it and wait. There was much waiting involved in this scheme, but one couldn't learn anything if one wasn't patient. She needed to see the process from wolf to human- which would happen with the sunrise- and then back from human to wolf. The ivory fae hadn't yet decided what she'd do once the being was back to being canine, but she'd decide that when the time came. Maybe skin it? Maybe let it go? Maybe chop off a tail for good luck? Who knew? Time would tell what would happen to the beast that had yet to arrive.

SNAP! Zing! Whine! Speak of the devil... Daphne chuckled and quickly slipped from her branch, curious to see what she'd managed to nab. And there, like a perfect little package in the womb, was her werewolf. How adorable! It was all white-gray and soft-looking. But also quite angry and confused. She giggled brightly, amused. Well, anger and confusion weren't going to abate any time soon, and she did so enjoy causing those emotions... Maybe not so much in real animals, because they were much too stupid for it to mean anything, but in a were? Something supposedly smart and dangerous? Well, it was icing on her cake. It had perfect timing too, since the sun was going to come up in just a little while, and reveal just who this specimen was in the light of day. Suited Daphne just fine. It continued to struggle up there in its little makeshift hammock while she pulled on her gloves and wandered a few yards away to her waiting cage. Large thing- giant, really- but Daphne was strong and more than capable of pushing it where it needed to go. And deconstructing it again when she was finished. The humming continued while she shoved this thing to the appropriate spot, mentally re-measuring the angles and velocity of the prey so that it wouldn't get a chance to fall anywhere but the cage it was intended for. Everything was perfect as she floated back up into the air to quickly chop the rope holding the wolf as a mid-air captive, causing it to land right in the open roof of the cage, which she quickly snapped shut and locked.

Perfect.

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clicketh for clothes!

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

It was getting close to the moon which might it was time to hunt,while everyone wanted to go together and think of it as bonding. Indy wanted no part of it,she wanted her own time and thing to be able to hunt prey by herself and not worry about it,to just strike and make a kill of her own. Yeah that is what she would do and no one would stop her from doing it,so she slipped on her sweat pants and shoes and headed out the door. Making she had a spare change of clothes in case hers became ruined she hummed and slipped into her jeep,making her way to the forest. Things had been going alright in the Pack so far,she had a few spars in with Wyatt which always put her in a better mood. Wyatt was never afraid to go easy on her and she loved that,she hated people being afraid to take her one just because she was a female that did not man jack shit to her. Just because she had boobs instead of balls,well that just meant to her the men were even bigger cowards because they didn't think that they didn't think she could take the punch. Oh she could take one alright,and give just as good as she gets. It was the fun and amusing thing to her and she would enjoy doing it for as long as she was able. Or at least until Wyatt got tired of her.

Pulling into the a spot at the edge of the forest the moon had finally risen,her wolf was coming out. Stripping her clothes she felt her body break and start to shift,instead of a scream of pain a howl escaped. No longer was a the blond haired woman there,but a grey white come would call cream colored wolf. Taking in the scents,her paws and body quickly made way though the forest,her eyes flicking around trying to find something to hunt. Her ears flicking around trying to take in everything this could. Pausing her nose pressed to the cool ground her ears forward,lifting her head,wolf eyes catching sight of a deer,her body crouched down and got ready to attack. Waiting for the deer to noticed,Indy made her move,paws running hard against the ground,as her claw made her way to her prey,then suddenly a nose snapped and she snarled. Feeling herself captured in a cage,her claws and hackles rose as she clawed at bit at the cage,silver burning into her skin as she tried to find out what was happening. Snarling and whining softly as she clawed and bite at the cage,what happened she was hunting then suddenly she was in the air and no long able to be free.

Without a few moments more,she felt her bod back on the ground,eyes glancing around to what seemed to be a cage,her back hair raised,her mouth in a snarl,this was not alright or happening. Growls escaping her lips,snarls as she tried to break free of the cage,silver burning into her skin with each slam she pressed against the bar,with each bite and move she tired to make. She wasn't sure what was happening but she would be damned if she allowed herself to be stuck in this prison with no way out.

[DAPHNE SASHA ASTOR]

Poor poor pitiful wolfie. All a-whine and sad. Daphne shimmered into existence, finally, clearly throwing the little critter for a loop. Well, alright, it wasn’t little, but it was smaller than her, certainly. The canine’s predatory steps mirrored her own as she near-skipped around the cage, delighted. Her fingers made the typical evil mastermind gesture, steepling together in front of her chin, her head cocked to the left observing the moon-bound form of the were, as her hair cascaded over her left shoulder. Huh. Interesting little creature. Daphne pondered the fur on the being, wondering how it would look, stretched on her workbench, drying so that she could use it for something fabulous. Her lip got lightly chewed upon by her pearly white teeth, as she resisted the urge to slip a blade through the bars and end the thing. She had a purpose in this little ‘captivating’ mission, and it was not to add another skin to her collection. The mental reprimand was good enough, and she settled for continuing her patient walking around the enclosure, clearly agitating the being more. Which bothered her, not at all. She did wish for the moon to fall faster, and relinquish its hold on the supernatural being in front of her.

She was fairly certain that the little fellow wouldn’t be able to figure out who she was later, thanks to a pair of gold filigree glasses that hid her eyes, a coat that hid her style, and a perfume that made her smell strongly of roses- which was not her natural scent at all. Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered. She didn’t care if she got caught, she didn’t care a bit. Nobody was going to take her down after such a thing anyways. But she was going to purposefully let this one go, because she had no need to kill it. It… it was complicated to explain to somebody who wasn’t herself. She wasn’t going to waste it, plain and simple. But she also didn’t want to see it again, to tempt her into negating her original plan. The ivory fae had a supreme amount of willpower, but even she couldn’t resist some things forever. Just like the wolf. The wolf couldn’t resis the sun, the dawn. As it rose, a whine made delighted goosebumps appear on Daphne’s arms and she smiled, pulling up a thoughtfully-brought chair to watch and wait and see what she could see. Later, when the occurrence wasn’t occurring, she might illustrate it, or write it down. Make a pop-up, if she were feeling particularly crafty. Unlikely. Though her books did entertain Jayne on the right occasion. He thought her clever. Even when he saw her covered in blood and dirt and a shining smile and bright eyes, he found her clever rather than mad. She wasn’t mad, she was just more brilliant than most. Even the wolf snapping and crackling in her cage.

The bones popped and shifted, the skin slid and melted and molded. She wanted to play, to touch and smooth and squeeze like it was Play-Doh. But no. Not there to play. There to learn. Needed knowledge, despite the love of misery. Besides, there was enough misery evident in the crying, sweating puddle that was soon morphed into a woman to please Daphne, as least on a surface level. A blonde woman, angry and annoyed and a touch nervous, when the realization hit. Superb. She enjoyed those hits of less-bubbly positive emotion. Savored, like fine wine. Not consuming, but appreciating. Maybe she’d consume later. Unlikely. But possible. Except she wasn’t hungry. She’d eaten yesterday, and didn’t get hungry often, because when she did, her meals were so filling. The ivory fae knew how to inspire the darkest emotions. Likely, this little episode would inspire them in the were-woman. Too bad she wasn’t hungry, they’d be delicious. Now, it was time to wait some more. Longer this time, however. But perhaps it’d be more fun. At least this way, her victim could respond.

'Comfy?'

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

Her wolf was growling snarling at the woman in the tree , her nails digging into the bottom of the cage. Trying to find a way to get out of this container and possible to tear that woman apart. Why the hell did this happen who was the woman and why did she want her , her hackles rose in anger.. Snarling as her saliva dripped down her muzzle onto her paws as she paced and tried to claw her way out. The silver burning into her skin with each move she made. A whine would quitely follow after a snarl , her tail flicking slightly in anger all of her fur standing on edge. The needs and wan to destroy this cage and the woman all but in her eyes. Blood lust was something that she wanted no needed to have because of this. Blood would run she was free , at least that was what the wolf thought , would it happen probably not but it was the thoughts that all was driving her. Claws clicking against the floor , everything else silent besides the snarls and growling of the encaged creature. Ears flicking trying to take everything in making sure she didn't miss any nose at all. Anything out of place she would want to catch too make sure she was not taken again like she was.

Then her head lifted the scent of dawn was coming, her head looking out into the forest the sun was starting to rise , crying out in a weak howl the sounds of bones shifting skin ripping. Cries from animal slowly shifting to human then just cries of pain escaping followed by coughs and heaves. It never was easier every shift in fact it was just painful and down right horrible. Sweat covering her skin she weakly looked around. " Son of a bitch ." Slowly standing she tired to stand and gripped onto the bars and cried out as the silver burnt her skin. Whimpering feeling her skin butn blood slowly leaking down her body form the injuries of her capture. Then she heard a voice eyes narrowing she looked up to where she heard it come from.

" You bitch , what the fuck do you want with me." Moving to weakly stand her hands going to her side as well. The cage making her weak from the burns it had all caused , this was not going to be good. Thoughts of what happened and why were rushing though her head. Was the Pack in danger was she a target of something there we so many questions in her head. " And oh yeah I am great this is like staying and the worlds greatest hotel."

[DAPHNE SASHA ASTOR]

Feisty feisty, her little wolf captive. Daphne chuckled. Such shows- airs of confrontation- just amused her, generally speaking. Usually, because they ended with the confrontational party whimpering, crying, and bleeding in front of her. Or dead. Dead was fairly often too… Less amusing to this side of her though. This side was a little more calculated for pain and torture. She could be persuaded to provide her new guest with such a thing, if the blonde kept up the attitude, but the fae doubted it. She’d determined not to physically disturb the woman, and was going to exercise herself to keep to that plan. Maybe. Another chuckle escaped her mouth as the thought crossed her mind and she looked at the pained form of the werewolf in front of her. She didn’t even need to touch her guest to torment her, it seemed, and that would abate most of the desire to take a more hands-on role with her. Still, making such an aggressive display in Daphne’s direction probably wasn’t the wisest choice she could have made. She didn’t know that though. Yet.

She- the wolf- had a rather foul mouth equipped. Curses slipped from between her lips with ease. It was interesting to the ivory fae, since she usually didn’t need to add such silly words to her sentences to prove her point. Although, that may have been because her points didn’t need to be made with words… They were much more action-based. ’’Want with you’ is a touch inaccurate… And what I want from you is a little ambiguous. I suppose the best way to put it would be, I want you to just be yourself.’ Her light laughter was self-amused, happy with her own cleverness, as she often was. She was also happy with the squirming that her little ‘subject’ was doing within the confines of the cage. Absently, Daphne noted that the woman was in nice shape, and prettily built, if a touch on the skinny side. The faerie couldn’t resist asking the ironic question of her captive, which just inspired another irritated and snarky response.

’Aww, how sweet! Though I think you’re just trying to flatter me… ‘Greatest’ is a touch to much, methinks. But here at the ‘world’s greatest,’ we are pleased that you’re enjoying your stay so well.’ Daphne gave a little head tilt then, much smaller than a bow, but still a gracious maneuver. It was condescending, to boot, which she imagined would only enrage her companion further. It was just too damn bad that she didn’t care, hmm? ’We’re always pleased to have a guest with such a hearty constitution though, we must say. Delighted to meet you, um, well, what is your name, anywho? Perhaps we should have it for the records, when you check out, in case there are any damages to the room…’ Her giggle was somewhere between malicious and genuinely tickled. It was not really a nice laugh, but it was beautiful… Scary things sometimes came in gorgeous packages.

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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This bitch above her was starting to royally piss her off , who the hell did she think she is. More so the face that the hell was she, Indy knew a lot of beings but she had never encountered someone like her. Her scent her actions everything about this woman screamed different Indy just wasn't sure exactly how. Her muscles her aching her body was sore and bruised and some of parts bloodied, None of this was making her happy and the fact the white haired girl was taunting and teasing her caused her to feel even more enraged. This was not suppose to happen and at the moment Indy wasn't seeing a way out of it. Her ribs would be aching as she would start to pace back and forth. This was a hell of a mess and at the moment her clothes we in the distance so that was just adding more fun to the whole situation. Hearing her voice again a growl would escape her lips. This was anything but enjoyable and only seemed like her time was going to get worse.

Be herself yeah if she had any power to do that now that woman would be in a world of hurt and Indy would already be out of this god forsaken forest. Herself that was laughable there was no way that it could happen at the moment and this woman knew it. " Be myself that's quite it's easy to say that when someone is at a disadvantage isn't it. Why don't we get rid of this cage and then you can say that again to my face." Her words would be hot and full of anger, nothing seemed to be going well now everything was a mess and Indy wanted nothing more then to pound her face in and she couldn't which made everything all the more frustrating and caused her to lash out in ways that probably were not for the best.

Hearing that laugh caused a chill to run down Indy's spine, this was not going to go well that much Indy was starting see. Hearing her speak she could tell something was not quite right with her. " Did you just escape a loony bin or something , cause if so that's fine go have your kicks just leave me the hell out of it alright." Yeah probably not the best thing to say but Indy was running on fumes and her body was full of anger. " Why the hell would I give you my name , that has to be the most idiotic thing I have heard yet. " Since this woman already knew to much about her , the last thing Indy would want to do was give her more ammo for harm. No Indy needed to find a way out and fast cause if that laugh was anything to go back nothing was going to get better.

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WORDS,, Enough
TAGGED,, Daphne/Smashie <33
OUTFIT,, N/A
MUSIC,, Halestorm
NOTES,, Oh Indy....
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of [url

[DAPHNE SASHA ASTOR]

Grumpy little wolf. She was not enjoying her time in Daphne’s company. Not unusual… most people didn’t. Unless Daphne wanted them to. But she just didn’t care if her little blonde guest was comfortable, since she would serve her purpose happy or pissed or sad or tired. Her toned body had no choice, thanks to the moon. Her lips quirked as she considered the state her little creature was in, and she wandered away, retrieving a sack of yummy treats she’d thought to bring for the werewolf. After all, the ivory fae didn’t want her in much worse shape than when she’d arrived. Her chair supported her weight as she rifled through the bag, listening to the woman growl at her. A smiled played on her lips as she took a swig of Gatorade. The little thing was just itching for a fight with the faerie. She had no idea what a bad idea that was. But Daphne just gave a happy little sigh and let her pace around.

’I’m afraid not, sweet roll. You get to stay right there, and be a good girl. No fights for you.’ She smiled sweetly, taking another sip of her beverage, screwed the lid back on, and threw it to her wolf through the bars. No way she was getting close enough to hand it to her, but she was such an accurate shot that it ended up right side up on the floor right next to her pacing path. ‘There. Now you know I didn’t poison it.’ The ivory faerie leaned back in her chair, and relaxed, just watching the agitated supernatural woman move around the space. Daphne considered herself extremely kind, to have given her that kind of room, but the little wolf was just so ungrateful. But at least she called it the ‘world’s greatest’ even under duress, and that abated some of Daph’s miffed attitude. She’d been about two seconds from pouting, before that. And that would’ve been exceptionally bad for her guest. An unhappy Daphne made for unhappier companions. But after the compliment and the teasing, the young woman kept pushing. Asking the faerie if she was recently escaped from the ‘loony bin.’ Hmph, as if.

’Of course not, silly canine. I did not have to escape, they let me go. I am sane, don’t you realize? They did. And I am leaving you out of my kicks. Hee.’ She chuckled softly, and pulled out a container of sushi she’d brought, kept cold by ice packs. She and Jayne had had a fun time making these, Daphne exercising her knife skills while he made sure they turned out the way they were supposed to. ’You are just in my cage, Miss Nameless. You know, if you don’t gimme your real name, I’ll come up with something. And I’m pretty good at it. Are you hungry? I brought sushi.’ The ivory fae grinned, holding up her precious little package of seafood and rice goodies. ’I bet you’re hungry. Wolves have quick metabolisms. I don’t want you starved. If you’re good, you won’t leave this any the worse for wear. Just so you know.’ A smile, genuine and sweet, played on her lips, and she wiggled the sushi again, wondering if she’d take her up on it.

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

All Indy could do was take few calming breathes , while this thing is what Indy decided to call her. Because , like hell she wanted to cal her a woman or a girl she didn't deserve to be called that. So thing was the title given to her, but trying to figure out her thought process was harder to do then she ever thought possible. Why even keep her in a cage , what was the whole point of that. Glancing down at her arms she would just let out a shaky breathe and whimper. So she caused this damage to herself , it happened sometimes when she felt trapped. Not liking any of it at all though , she tried to break out but failed. Silver was a bitch , this was a good cage why she wasn't able to sense it sooner would probably bug her for days to come. Now though she just needed to try to figure a way out. Nothing was working though so once she was human again , her body again exhausted. Trying to start a conversation with her was looking to be harder then she ever thought possible. Rubbing her neck an inhuman growl would escape her lips with mounting frustration about the situation. Nothing was seeming to get easier , if anything it was getting more and more frustrating.

Eyes watching the water bottle slide to the floor in the cage , an eyebrow would rise. What the hell did she want now, picking it up with an untrusting look, sniffing at it trying to catch if anything was off. Eyes glancing to the thing once more. " Yet I still don't believe you , because I wouldn't past you to just drink it even if it was poisoned so you would see me drink it and react. " As much as Indy did not want to drink it. Becoming dehydrated and even more weak was not something that she could afford to be either. So with baited breathe and much disgust her hands would unscrew the lid and take a drink of the much needed liquid. Feeling it touch her parched and dry throat a pleased sigh would escape her lips. Finishing the bottle in a few moments she would quickly throw it outside of her cage. Hoping too it her and try to wipe that stupid smug crazed look of her face for but a moment. " Thanks that was much needed. Hope I didn't hurt you or anything " A fake sweet tone leaving her lips from those words. Hoping that Indy would be thankful for the water , if she was looking for that well it would be a long time coming.

" If your the picture of sane then my god has the system become royally fucked up. Because honey there is absolutely nothing sane or right about you right. Not sure if there ever will be." Was taunting or tempting her with insults a wise thing , oh hell no. It was all Indy had though at the moment for ammunition and she was sure as hell going to use it. Fingers would clench hearing the name and the offer of sushi. Hand moving threw the bars trying to knock the food out of the other woman's hand. "No I don't want your stupid sushi I want out of the god damn cage. I could care less about your stupid offer of food. " Her temper was short her body was weak. Thoughts of Sushi just made her angry because this was all a game to the other woman one that Indy was surely done playing.

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WORDS,, Enough
TAGGED,, Daphne/Smashie <3
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, Halestorm
NOTES,, Such a grumpy wolf
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[DAPHNE SASHA ASTOR]

That silly little wolf had nothing to be so grouchy about. Daphne wasn’t in a killing mood. She was barely in torturing mood. Though she was rather amused by the fact that the blonde canine was beating herself about on the bars the faerie currently had her confined in. Truth be told, Daphne couldn’t blame her, feeling trapped was not an enjoyable sensation. It was why she no longer allowed herself to be vulnerable enough to be captured. If you were caught, if you were unaware enough to be caught, then it was your own fault, and you deserved whatever punishments your captor saw fit to dish out. So yes, while she didn’t blame her, she also felt no guilt or pity for the woman. Pft. Okay, the ivory fae never felt guilt or pity. Ha. Such a concept was laughable. Empathy had died in her a long time ago. Perhaps it had never existed at all… She no longer knew, really, and more importantly, she didn’t care. Despite that, she had no wish for her little victim to suffer overly much. She had a sneaking suspicion- at least in this aspect of herself- that the young woman would be more fucked up for living, which would please her twisted sensibilities, for now. Long as she didn’t change in the middle of it… And as far as she could tell, she wouldn’t. Her other facets were talking, but not anything she couldn’t handle. So, in an effort to minimize some of the damage the supernatural critter felt like doing, Daphne offered her some of the Gatorade she’d brought. Cracked open the seal in front of her, and even took a sip, proving that it was fine. Blondie didn’t believe her. How rude…

’Believe whatever you wish. But, should you have a change of heart about your hydration, there it sits.’ With that, the fae relaxed back into her seat, waiting for whatever verdict the petite blonde would decide to give the drink Daphne had so graciously tossed her way. Apparently, her desire was greater than her trepidation as, a few moments later- eyeing the thing with no small amount of suspicion, and giving it a sniff- her captive drank the whole bottle, and tossed it back at her, hitting her in the foot. A childish, spiteful gesture that just made the ivory woman grin before righting the plastic container and setting it behind her chair for later disposal. After all of the observation had concluded. Her thanks was at odds with her demeanor, and the contrast was not even amusing. Sad, really. ’You are quite welcome, pudding cup. And I’m without injury, of course.’ It was then that her wolf’s temper got the better of her, and she made inferences about Daphne’s sanity, accusing her of escape from a psychiatric facility, which the faerie artfully sidestepped and answered. An answer that the were didn’t seem to care for. ’Systems have been royally fucked up for a very long time. If they were accurate, I never would have been placed there at all.’ As to the rest of it, Daphne made a slight, dismissive gesture, and proceeded to retrieve her sushi, even offering some to the blonde in the cage after requesting her name. Which, of course, she neglected to give. With a put-upon sigh at the woman’s outburst, the ivory fae rested her chin on her fist, angling her head with a small smile.

’As I’m fairly certain you’ll change your mind, I’m going to save you some. And the wish for freedom will be granted later, if you behave yourself. Otherwise, I’ll leave when you change back, and who knows what would find you then. Now, do settle down, Peaches, so I may eat in peace.’ With a twirl of her chopsticks, Daphne popped open her little container, and ate a few pieces of sushi, making happy little sounds the whole time, and carefully watching the girl in the cage, taking careful mental notes.

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

Pudding cup really, if only she was out if this silver cage were the thoughts pressing deep into Indy's mind at the moment. Pudding cup , did she freaking look like a dessert god this was just making her more and more annoyed as time went one. Why did she always need to get stuck with the bitches who thought cute little nicknames were a good idea to a wolf who was already annoyed. Not that this woman seemed to care either way, hell she knew that she as off kilter at least a little bit, which made this all the more annoying in the sense cause it just proved that crazy people were wandering around and you didn't know who they were. Well in this case Indy had a front row few to one and she was stuck in a cage because of it. Temper one thing that Indy never could fully control it always was act for then think later, something that Shay always jumped her on. Which now he probably would be yelling her for even getting in this situation, which hell she was hating enough for the both of them. That didn't mean it was any easier though, just all the more annoying and time consuming . How was she going to get out of this mess, it was hard to even try to think about and manage. So a deep breathe would pass her lips trying to quell her anger for now.

" I am not to sure about that , I am pretty sure you have a couple of screws lose but hey who am I to judge. Oh wait that's right I am the woman you are keeping locked up in a silver cage. So yeah your sanity is highly lacking." Well there went her temper control, all of that work gone in a matter of seconds, amazing what just words and simple actions can do. Waiting, waiting was a bitch this was long a boring process of trying to wait out and see if possible she could be let out in the next few hours. Her burns were hurting and her skin and body was in pain from the shift. This was nothing that she wanted more then to get out. Yet with the chick who was more coocoo then a clock well that probably wasn't going to happen.

At that a snarl would escape her lips, where the hell did she get off threatening her again. this bitch was just asking to get her throat torn out. Later if she was good, why the hell did she have that power and right to do this. Right the silver cage the one thing that was stopping her from her freedom. Taking a shaky breathe her eyes would narrow but a low grumble would pass her lips, the sun was setting slowly again, which meant that the moon would be coming out soon. A wolf in a cage would spell nothing but badness so for now she would play nice. Again with the stupid nickname, her fingers clenching into tight fists. If only she could have the power to stop this, a pipe dream but a dream non the less.