[i]"Alright bring her in!"

"Yeah bring her in and sit her down!"

"Fuckin' werewolf bitch!"

"Fuckin' slag!"[/i]

The harsh, brutish yells and biting insults of the snarling, crooked prison guards were followed by the most auspicious of sounds, the sinister rattling of chains, shackles and manacles binding her hands and feet as the tall, muscular, crimson haired woman was escorted into the mess hall by her detail, glaring every viciously with her yellow, predatory eyes towards each and every one of the women she came into contact with in the room, coming into contact with their fucking pretentious sneers and insulting jeers towards her, not to mention the crossbow-brandishing guards hovering around her, keeping their vigilant gaze upon this one dangerous individual, taking their sweet chances to join the women in their scoffing of this bound werewolf. Thank the Goddess she was bound and chained, otherwise....whoever was in charge of cleaning crew....would have one hell of a mess to clean up afterwards. Snarling under her breath, sharp, ivory daggers grit in her fiery mouth in such paroxysm, such anger burning with Hellfire through her pulsing veins, the woman could only grimace at one of her demeaning chains, that being the long silver chain she was pulled by, latched to the steel ring embedded in the black collar on her neck, a nice little gift from those slag witches to make sure this [i]puppy[/i] played nice with the rest of the inmates. 

If anyone could tell by looks of this prisoner, they could certainly say without a doubt this werewolf being dragged into the cafeteria was hatred incarnate. Everything about her screamed violence, screamed "keep the fuck away from me, if you know what's good for you." Her skin, a dark shade of tan, despite never seeing the sun for however long she's been a [i]guest[/i] of the iron bar hotel, however long her consecutive sentence issued by the judge was meant to....well now that she thought about it, she had about two or three years left....before well...[i]it[/i] happened, and in those years before, she had quite the collection of ink marring her outer appearance, crude images and scrawlings of hateful messages, disdain for the Goddess for her cruel misgivings the human retards call [i]Justice[/i], misanthropic preachings, sinister paint upon the canvas of a scorned werewolf. By the time Ericka made it into the lunchroom, the guards surrounded her, lifting their crossbows in a defensive maneuver, or mostly a fearful reaction to this brutal woman, while one of their own hesitantly approached with a silver key in his hand. Merely, the werewolf woman stood still, that same biting glare affixed to her hellish eyes as she watched the last of her bindings be unlocked and carefully removed by the guards, rubbing her sore wrists and cracking her knuckles before being moved to a table, forced to sit by some fucking cat bitch who already reeked of dead fish....and maybe that wasn't the meal she was eating either.

[i]"Now sit down!"[/i] The guard barked, Ericka merely giving a silent [i]fuck you[/i] as she took her seat, across the table from the neko dining gingerly, basically doing nothing to catch the ire of the werewolf, yet still becoming a victim of the woman's disdainful stares. [i]"Since you sliced that poor mermaid's throat, the Warden says you lost your eating privileges for eight weeks. Tch! Guess solitary wasn't enough for a flea bitten bitch such as you."[/i] Oh....how deeply she desired to just stand up and rip that fucking bastard's heart out...and feast on it.... Like it would make a difference anyways if they shot her, put down the big bad wolf.... They were going to anyway someday... But for now, Ericka would just let it slip, letting those dickhead guards amble away without as much as a scratch on their sorry asses. Better they were far off anyways, so as not to see her slip from under her bandana a slightly bent cigarette and a match she managed to smuggle from the supply room on one of her little [i]maintenance[/i] jobs. Striking the match against the table, she took a drag of the cig, blowing a thick haze of irritating smoke without a care into the neko's face. [b]"Gotta have some joy, right kitty kitty?"[/b] Cynically Ericka grumbled, taking another slow burning drag of her smoke, yet another puff of smoke exhaled in the general direction. [b]"How the fuck do you eat that shit? Guess you're used to it,though. Hmph! I bet you [i]eat[/i] alot of [i]fish[/i], don'tcha, slag?"[/b] Her glare kept upon the hungry neko, Ericka decided to grab one of the cans of tuna, sniffing of it for a while. [b]"My my...that certainly smells good, don't it pussycat?"[/b] before coldly tossing the rank fish aside.