Hungry like the wolf.

Impatiently Raven sat at her table, waiting on her meal after a glass had been poured and the bottle left at the table. While she sat, she looked around the bar with a predatory gleam in her eye, enjoying the sights and smells all around her. Everything felt heightened to her. Her senses sharpened to a razer’s edge in a way she never felt possible. She could smell her meal being cooked away in the back kitchen, the sounds of sizzling meat and seasoned potatoes. She could smell the citrus tang of the drinks in some of the patron’s hands, the shrimp cocktails being plucked at a table behind her. She could even hear the crunch of the tempura they were baked in… from 20 feet away. And her eyes. Everything was clear to her, even in the dark lit bar, it was a clear as day. Narrowing her green eyes she could make out tiny facial scars, moles, wrinkles and individual hairs from everyone around her as if she was viewing the world through a digital camera.

She never FELT so alive!

She felt like a wolfess in a sheep’s pen with how all the men ogled her and the women hanging off the arms of mobsters and supervillains eyed her with awe at best and mild jealousy at worse. She was the most stunning woman there, bar none. And she knew it. THEY knew it.

After several minutes and taking occasional sips from her drink, Mystique found two waitresses arrive with her plates and quickly left when she gave them a simple hand gesture to leave. Looking down, her nostrils flared at the scent of three medium rare steaks that took up her entire table, with sides of cooked potatoes and vegetables. Immediately she dug into the first slab of meat in front of her, cutting it neatly and biting into the juicy morsel with a fork. Like a woman starving she ate, and ate, and ate, surprising some of the guests who watched the super model of a woman eat enough food for a family of four in one sitting, sliding her cleaned off plate with her fork and moving on to the next with the same indifference.

Finishing off her meal with a dainty brush of her napkin over her lip, Mystique got up to her feet, confusing everyone that she still looked as athletic as ever, with no hint that she had eaten 20 pounds of beef. But had anyone been able to really notice, she had grown… 2 inches taller.