i lost control and i don't want it back

Hoping to transition Vesta from her normal self to her chaotic evil alignment that Sin would have made her. AW/Maybe Roman????

The pasty white girl had been keeping herself busy. She thought herself too young to training because she wasn't one year of age yet. She had been teaching herself some hunting but she had made a sport of it. She had been trying out different forms of hunting and that was what had brought her through the sparse pines of Regium's territory that day. She had her eyes narrowed and she was crouched down. She slunk along the ground, her face filled with focus and determination. Cross my heart and hope to die. Burn my lungs and curse my eyes. I lost control and I don't want it back. I'm going off this track. She had plenty of time to think, remaining isolated from the pack to contemplate the change. She decided that she was alright with the change. The fact was that she could learn a lot from her aunt. Her full aunt, Roman, was alright and hopefully the queen could teach her niece a bit about what it was like to be a leader. One day, she would lead a pack on her own. "Damn you." She cursed under her breathe as she was once more reminded of her wretched father and how he had abandoned them. She wasn't the same helpless girl she had been when her father had left. She was strong. She was independent. She was proud. She was strong. She was brave. She was Vesta Armada. She needed to stop talking to herself in simple sentences.