Lone wolf (o)

    The movie was drowning time. Opal sat on the black leather couch, a bag of popcorn in hand. She was watching Taken, a movie about kidnapping, and how there was this super intelligent guy that would stop at nothing to save his daughter. It was kind of nice, she thought, to see on a screen, rather than just her imagination, what she could have been like had she taken a different path. It was constantly crossing her mind, that thought; How it could have been.
    A sudden howl nearly made Opal jump out of her skin. What was funny was that since her surrender, Opal had become more jumpy than when there were a whole bunch of students that despised her guts. She supposed it was the fact that now everyone knew who she was, and the chances of them stumbling upon her cage were even greater, considering the fact that her location wasn't so hidden.
    Probably just some student off in the distance, she figured and returned to her movie. 

|Lol I mean like, Imagine a jail cell, but inside it is a grass floor, and the trapdoor is within it. LOL Here's a beautiful drawing|

    Whatever it was, the animal was now right outside her prison home. The creature sounded upset, furious even, which made Opal more nervous. However, she knew that she may as well go out an face whoever it was; she didn't want to be a coward, and besides: there wasn't much anyone could do to her when she was separated by bars of iron.
    Opal cautiously wriggled out from under her blanket and set the popcorn down on the coffee table. Her hands shaking, she approached the hatch that led up into the outdoor section of her prison and took a deep breath.
    "I'm coming out!" Opal called carefully. After waiting a few seconds, she slowly opened the hatch and peeked out.
    Her eyes landed on the wolf immediately. Terrified, but knowing that it could do nothing from where it was, she clambered out in her blue jeans and red sweater and her slippers, her hands up in the universal sign of peace.
    "You don't have to shift," Opal assured the animal, meeting it's gaze. To show the half-blood had dominance, she lowered herself to the ground, slowly, and then lowered her eyes. "It's alright. My name is Opal."

    Elias's voice seemed at a loss of fear to Opal's ears. Unease crept through her veins like poison, and she stood slowly, shaking off the dirt, eyeing his smile carefully. "Oh," She said, then shaking her head, "You don't know, do you?" Opal took a deep breath, holding the bars of the prison with both hands at the right of Elias. She hadn't seen Elias in a very, very long time, so she assumed he had heard the rumors about her, since her real name was in fact floating about the school. Oh well. "I... I.. How do I say this?... Elias, I'm.. I'm Shadow."



|Sorry it's short|