Phantom Hollow because everyday I was alive I wore nothing but black

She drags and drags, tearing the skin from Liri's leg. And what others might fear most, was that she had a sadistic grin spread across her face as shee inflicted the pain upon the scarred woman. She was enjoying this, perhaps more than she should have been. The raven had no regrets about dealing this much damage to the poor pregnant wolfess. 

Kelina continued to shake her head, relishing in the screams that it brought from within Liri. This was what she liked - this was what she enjoyed. She was insane - she knew that. But unlike many others, she did not care. The very fact that she was completely insane, driven by the voices in her head, and the urges she felt to hurt, only made her love it more. This was what happened, she supposed, to her father. This is what he had grown to be like before he passed. And now she was the same.

The same, but perhaps worse.