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Viola Jones

So Fuckin' what? Ma liked Shakespeare
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Under the Shroud of Misfortune

For Viola, life sucked.

Da walked out on them when she was little. Or that's what Ma says. She don't quite believe that. Since Ma always kept them moving. She was always the 'new girl' after a while she learned to never get comfortable. 'Cause as soon as she did, they were gone.

But maybe it had something to do with her too. She was never settled, she never had any friends, and yeah, she got into her fair share of fights. Which meant they'd have to leave sooner.

Eventually She had enough. When she decided that she was grown up - ha! - and could make her own decisions, she packed a bag left a note, tried to sneak out, only it didn't go as planned. People in their building were being killed, and her Ma too. She's the only one who lived, the killer was found, but, he wasn't the killed. She knew it. She didn't know how, but she did.

So her mighty plan to run away failed and she was sent into foster care.

Which...well. Sucked. Moving more then she had when she was still with her Ma, she still kept getting into fights, and now no one wanted to keep her.

High school was over, and they were all gonna go their desperate ways. So Viola and some of her friends decided they needed one last hurrah. Partying in the forest yo!

Only, misfortune follows her.

One by one her friends were killed, until she was the last one left, again. This time there was no hiding, the man, with knife raised high was going to kill her.

It was then that tear-filled eyes turned to the sky, and to the raising moon.

It was then her helplessness was transformed into Rage, the moon's, full and shining visage reflected in her eyes.

She killed the man who killed her friends, but he wasn't the one who killed them. Not really. It was whatever was hiding in the knife.

Her Da found her when she was trying to kill a thing of murder.

Her Da, never lost her, he'd just been waiting. He took her under his wing, and into both his Tribe and Pack.

Fast forward a few years, She was comfortable in her skin, her heart was healing. Life was good. She met a girl. Wolfblooded named Sarah, she had a boyfriend, but She knew that Sarah only kept him around for those lonely nights when she was out with her pack.

The on an innocuous day the Pack went to scout out an Iron Master pack who'd been carving out a strip of downtown for themselves. It went okay, could have gone worse. No was dead. So they turned 'round and headed for home.

Only when they got there, everyone the Pack loved was dead - killed.

They hunted the bastards who did it, the trail ended in an ambush, the fight was brutal, but fights with the Pure often are. Her enemies were slain, but so was everyone she loved.

Again.


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