Blackfeather Woods Advice for the young at heart

Nemesis's ears flickered at the dark queen's sympathy. It was unlike anyone to comfort her, much less approach her in harmony, but it was a good feeling. It led her to wonder who it felt to be treasured and cared for on a regular basis, such as Meldresi's and Burke's relationship that seemed to be unbreakable. But she knew it was her fate to be alone, and truthfully, she didn't mind. 
Though when the priestess mentioned something of a cure, her heart sped up, only to slow once more. A cure was what she needed, but she didn't have time. Her years were still vast and unclear, many moons awaited her but that could not materialize if she was not herself anymore. Everyday, a dark overcast seeped deeper into her bones, her mind and she could feel it. It was a hallowing feeling of emptiness at first then the fulfilment of something wicked replacing the last shreds of light. 

The stygian dame paced once more, unsure where her heart lied. Apart of her wanted to keep the darkness and let it shroud her heart, like destined. But she also wanted to control it, if it went on the way it was, the chances of her returning to command were nothing but a shimmer in the distance. No, she would not endanger anyone further, especially with a new litter on it's way to Blackfeather. 
"Anything. I will take and do anything to restrain the urges. If even, control them. If I take these remedies, I don't want to lose the malevolence, but put a handle on it" She spoke, finding her voice. "Without my maleficent nature, I am nothing" She murmured.