Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

She had not put it much to mind, honest. The bitch deserved it but none cared to hear the woes of impure blood. Not when—oh, so many things. Made her teeth grind just thinking about it.

It was better now. Better now. But that too could be ruined by her corrosive touch.

..She attacked me.. but... filthy confession.

it did feel good to do it. I wanted to laugh at her. It... feels good to hurt things when so much can hurt you instead.

She couldn't lie. She revelled in the feeling of superiority. Delighted in those rare occasions when her own feeble strength was enough. Lifetime of getting the short end only made the victories taste that much sweeter. God, she could just imagine the way her needle-sharp teeth found their mark, the tear, the flavour, the look in those filthy green eyes that hosted everything deprived from her, the—

..But I want to be good. I am good. I don't want to.. hurt others. I'm a healer.

Perhaps if only to convince herself.