Her paws moved with an odd gait. As though there were something wrong with her, and of course there was. Something very wrong. She had no soul. She had though for a long time maybe she didn't have one, but she did. Now it was gone, stolen by a snatcher. Stupid snatchers. She could remember it, she knew who's fault it was. Now she was wandering into enemy territory. What could they do to her? Steal her soul? Too late! Take her life? Oh well, didn't want it anyway. Torture her? Nothing is worse than loosing your soul. Face it, there was nothing left to do to her that would make her beg for freedom. So why not seek those that truly ended her life? Well, why? Who cares, it was something to do.

So, there she stood. Her whole soulless self. Waiting to see if any snatchers came. She was looking for something, there was a reason for her being there. She wanted to feel pain again. She wanted to feel something, anything. It didn't matter. Since she would never again experience glee, why not pain? It was close enough in her eyes. Trying to force a smile that was not tortured onto her face she moved forward, tail scything through the air, ears laid flat against her skull. In her head voices rang out, voices that called for her to do so many things.

So as she moved to the ceneter of the camp, she waited for some snatcher to approach. Could they sense that she had no soul, could they sense that she was different, or would they get a nasty surprise when they got to close. She would not speak, not open her jaws. For once she did that, there was no stopping the words that would string out in a line. Words that may prove she was soulless, or just crazy.

What is it like not to have a soul? Don't ask the soulless, they'll never tell.