Take me to church

 
Again she was on the move. Dark paws carried her endlessly across Alacritis. She would only stop when she found herself at the edge of some cliffs. Toes gripped the edge, the fresh sea air tangling her pelt. Her verdant gaze rested on the horizon, her mind traveling elsewhere. The world lay at her feet. In just a few seasons she would be two. Soon her mother would be passing the pack onto her. Soon the entire world would know her name just as they know her mothers. Lips curled in a faint sneer, eyes narrowing. Darkness was hereditary. It had begun to settle in her veins, expanding wildly until it would finally consume her. Backing away from the edge, she would take a seat, ebony haunches folding delicately, tail curling about her hips. Relaxation settled about her. It was peaceful here, she found herself enjoying the place.
 

"Burn Baby Burn"