i feel like i'm drowning

Fuck them all, fuck the world and all the crap in it. She repeated within the walls of her mind, in regards of the shitty raid and the shitty opponent she had found. Anger poured through her like wildfire, burning red hot. If they had only given permission to actually go with lethal force, she wasn't build for soft shit, she was a fucking killer, someone without regards for others, even with her blood family she held no connection, any love, nothing. Why should she? They were the ones who treated her like a piece of shit since she was born, born gift less, without hope and only allowed to live because her littermates if she had any were dead at birth. Only because of that she was kept, otherwise she would have been killed. She grew up apathic, lacking emotions, just acting on raw desire, on instincts, but not being a moron, she was still a good tactician, but in duty, when she hunted a wolf.

The steam from the springs embraced her whole, hugging in warm arms her aching body from the fight. Her collar had protected her well enough the neck from being too injured, but there still rested bite punctures from the flea that fought her. Next time she wasn't going to be that merciful, next time she wasn't going to be nice, that was a promise. White daggers unfolded as an snarl echoed through her lungs, saliva pouring in rage and in desire, in desire to satisfy the thirst for blood, for death. Maybe a hot bath would do. Quietly she would put herself into a pool, with the safe temperature for a wolf to enter without worry, ignoring the other lingering soul. "Pieces of shit." She muttered.

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