Kintla Flatlands The Judge

cameo hehehe,, permission given by Thalia!

The dark wraith was without emotion, her bones churning under the the dark pelt she had once carried with pride. What did it mean now? She had won her place by dethroning the one who had always held unconditional faith for her. The one that had lifted her from the depths of her own self hatred and set her on a course that led her to being as accomplished as she was. She could not take back her actions but it had left a mark on her soul, that she held loyalty to nobody but herself. She was an Alpha now, and and Alpha served no other. Others would serve before her, and she would never bow her head to another liar again. They would bend their necks in sign of her victory and she would take every head that dared to cross her path. Yet, it did not seem enough to reassure her of her actions. Nothing would ever be enough. Instead, she carried on, heavy footfalls leading her to the darkest corners of her mind and the places it roamed, burying herself in every sin she had ever committed and locking her in a cell with her own shame, and tossing away the key into the storm of hatred she had for the ones who caused her this inner turmoil including herself. And she would not be escaping anytime soon.

Only when the crows cackled from overhead did she return to the present world, her eyelids blinking heavily as she took in her surroundings. She was no longer within the silent woods, but carried for a new purpose to another land. Maybe she could stay, never return to the mess she had created. Or maybe a new fate awaited her. A cliff with no guardrail seemed an interesting fall. But her train of thought halted, her nose instinctively intaking the scents of one of her own, a new one. It was the one she was promise in, the one too much like her yet a perfect candidate for  replacement if something ever… happened to her. She crept, stalking the scent though the reason for her interest was unknown to her. A fight, between the dark and the light ravaged. Yet, a faint smell.. she knew something. The stranger, the dark one.. something so familiar. Something from the past, something lost and hidden away. The realisation hit her, unrelenting and unprepared. She jumped back in shock, her eyes widened, displaying the white like an addict. It could not be.


Althaia.