Cassiopeia's View Fairwell Bucharest

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After taking the body of June back to the mountain for buriel, Krypton had forced herself to take a trip around. The thoughts of death still lingered in her head like night demons, wrapping around her throat like a unforgiving python. She felt her breaths become short and forced as she continued to move around, trying her best to remove the tightness in her chest. First Fitz, now June... why must everything leave her? Chaska has dissapereared as well, and Krypton couldn't help but understand that her family was falling apart.

What was she to do?

The entire place was barren in her eyes, the locusts left nothing for her to admire. As a healer, there was nothing for her to collect and bring back. She continued to move, her mind pushing her into a quick trot before a full gallop. The demons, the shadows, they were growing inside of her head. She needed to remove them, someway, somehow. She didn't even notice the other wolf, nor the scent he held nearby. 

She kept running, kept thundering. Until finally, her consciousness took constrol of her brain. Tears didn't dare stain her cheeks, her murky eyes burned holes on the ground she ran upon. Inside of her crazed head, she felt waves of red splash against her legs. In her crazed head, she felt brittle bones crunch beneath her paws. In her crazed head, she heard her claws rack against the skulls of those she killed. The sound of those she slaughtered rang in her ears, and for the first time in a while, Krypton felt-

Vulnerable.

She stood tall, yet the pain inside of her heart was becoming too much. This was what she deserved, was it not? Pain for those she killed without a second thought. Pain for the pain she inflicted. She could feel her heart crumble like an old building, standing a litlle bit away from the unknown Ezekiel. She soon caught the breath she lost, lifting up her muzzle to observe the sky.