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had she decided? was it truly a choice, what nature drove her to do, rather than what she felt morally right? what separated the two, if any thing at all? no, her actions were the result of a lust that could not be sated, and the need for revenge she felt growing inside, nothing more. a nod of her head was the first action she made, before stepping forward towards the brute. perhaps, this was a mistake, yet she could not bring herself to care. aaron would not care; she was sure. why would he, why would anyone? amara could not be accused of betrayal; amara was not capable of such a thing, in fact not anything at all. 

tentative paces closed a distance, though her own nerves did not fully close the gap. instead, she took the comfortable distance to look the other over, slowly yet not overly cautiously examining his structure and she could not help wondering how such a man came to be without a proper home, or did he have a record of taking what was not his. never mind, his past was not one that particularly interested her. and she had come to learn, that she did not care what he did with their present, to their pack. it was not her's anymore, and the wolves inside had never bowed to her. not with truth. they would submit to kierkegaard, or, they were lost. and she did not care if they were. it was not hate, yet it grew no close to love. and love was something she could not get from kierkegaard; perhaps the reason she felt no guilt as she made her way towards him. 

yet, his tone was unlike the last she had met him in. it fit the situation, leaving her to wonder how much of a brute he truly was or if the wolves of rosings were simply soft. perhaps, it surprised her, yet the feeling of curiosity was overrun by a lust she had not felt before. her and aaron, it was delicate. but the last word to describe the male before her was graceful. "it seems so. i did not think you would question it," she found him a man of act rather than words, yet, what did she truly know about him. what did anyone. her tail swished with anticipation. unlike herself, she found herself restless, eager even. despite, she kept the leveled tone matched with his. she would get what she came for, soon enough.