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So much in her life had changed, and yet so much was the same as she laid here in her sidi den alone. A place she felt comfort in she supposed. What her life was like prior by being taken by Cifarelli, before she could remember anything. There was some kind of similarity unfortunately.

The moon was high in the deep hours of the night as she slept peacefully inside her den, despite what life was like for her these days. She wouldn't really know any better per se, but she wasn't exactly sure if this was what she wanted. It didn't really feel right. There was a natural instinct of freedom and not just to be pulled to use. The drive to run outside the borders and far away from here was deep in her core, but it was like the vision was far out of reach. She was running in such a slow speed, she was getting no where. The drugs Azrael had injected in her making it unreal, behind a haze of what she truly saw in front of her. She was one step behind.

Middle of the night she was woken up by an instant piercing inside her head. She took a deep breath but her eyes remained closed as if she were still asleep. As the moments passed the pains became tremendous, and her whole head was throbbing like a radiation around her. Her paws covered around her snout while she pressed herself deep into the floor as she started to scream, yell, howl, a pain so unbearable she couldn't even think straight. Surely all of The Syndicate would be here if she didn't stop soon. It didn't matter though as she felt nearly immobilized by the striking agony.

"Vanille"