The rain was pouring on her like no tomorrow, it was as if this autumn rain cloud had followed her. In the end she dealt with all her misery herself, and it didn't even look like she was sad. Her perfect mask of emotions was enough for the plague to keep it at bay. Well at least out here she didn't have to be around those putrid Arcanum wolves unless they happened to walk by here. Of course they didn't know how she felt about them. They thought she was a loyal warrior ready to train, because that was the identity warped by being around them. What an idiotic one as well, but her identities were the only thing she had in the end. Her white coat soaked as her brown ears moved to the back of her skull. There wasn't much cover in the open plains here, it kind of made her upset but there wasn't much to do about it. Any wolf in their right mind would not be out during this storm. Though a little on the inside Ragna was hoping to meet a wolf who would letter form a bit of a lighter persona. Of course dreaming and fantasizing was the most she could do. Speech,

Blue eyes were narrowed in fear, and a gray head whipped around to glance at a wolf behind him. Of course, to any other wolves, it would just look like he was afraid. The truth of it was, no other wolf could see the wolf. It wasn't real. Nothing more than a figment of Wael's imagination. So, when he whipped around again, it was no surprise that his ears, soaked with rainwater, were flattened to his head. As the hallucination moved closer, Wael noticed that he was dropping to the ground, his tail shoved between his legs. "Please.....Please, go away! He whimpered as the wolf slowly moved closer, it's red eyes burning into his deep blue eyes. Wael closed his eyes and waited for the fangs to dig into him, to rip into him and kill him. But it never came. Instead, the only thing he felt was the rain pouring on him, harder than ever. Shivering from the cold and his own fear, Wael got up, and stumbled along, his gray fur soaked and muddy. He walked past a bunch of trees that wouldn't let him see, until he got closer. A plain. Suddenly, he was face to face with the black wolf, and a yelp escaped from his jaws. "N-No! Please don't hurt me! He whimpered, rolling onto his back in submission again. But when he did that, he noticed that it was a white wolf, not a black wolf. It's eyes were green, not red. Quickly, Wael got to his paws, mud covering his fur again, and he tilted his head. Speech,