Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

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After a long day the sun was setting. Lacinia may appear more alone than ever but that was false. The voice in her mind still remained and has gone much louder. It claimed that it was right and that Lacinia should have listened. It keeps saying that she should have killed them instead of walking away. But would she do that to wolves who didn't deserve death? Only after a moment of thinking she figured that taking lives was a good thing. It would keep the pain away from them and they could be together forever in peace. If they were happy then Lacinia could be happy too.

With that said she suddenly remembered all of the lives she had taken. It came with a shock as she realised the number of wolves. She had killed males, females, and several pups alike in cold blood. She believed that she was saving them, she remembered that feeling. Lacinia was a murderer but she couldn't desire killing Kove or Scarlett. They've.. helped her, they were useful.. but not anymore. At the very least she was glad that they were there to help recover some of her memories. She had mix feelings about not being able to find a place with them. She continued to hesitate on weither killing them was right or wrong. She understood what the voice would say but there was something else making her hesitate.

Lacinia was walking slowly through the plains, her mind spilt in two. It was getting harder to focus clearly. She still hadn't decided what was right. She was heavily drawn to killing was a good thing but there was something small saying that it was wrong. Lacinia wanted to ignore that feeling, the voice was right. But what if she was wrong for taking those lives? That was something she did not want to be told. She was terrified of being wrong about it. She did it to save them right? No one could blame her for that right.

The sane bridge she was standing on was cracking. She still has her awareness but she was getting slightly frustrated. She wanted to harm something, maybe toy with it, or something. She just wanted some quiet time. Being alone didn't help at all.