Such a morbid young lady!

"Merde. Pas cette de nouveau." Erika growled at the she-wolf's reaction, a common one to her hideousness. Once again, her disfigurement was misinterperted as a disease, a universal fear. No one wanted to be as hideous as her, she did not blame them.

"I assure you, madame, zis is no disease. It iz only ze curse of naivete and a 'uman's fury." She turned the disfigured half of her face towards the wolf more so she could get a better glimpse. "My 'uman 'owner' threw a liquid, acid I believe, onto mah face for attacking 'im. It burned mah fur off. Den 'e beat me on zis side even more so for being a leetle bad. No madame, zis is a curse for only myself."

Erika shuddered slightly as the memories flooded back...a human male standing over her, screaming obsenities. He grabbed the vial and unscrewed the top, and flung the contents onto her face. She remembered screaming in agony; it was like liquid fire! He had done nothing to heal her, no he only made it worst. She had almost gone mad from the pain. She had wished then that the liquid would just melt her brain and kill her, or that the man just beat her to death. Perhaps that was the start of her macabre thoughts.