Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

He watches her closely as she keeps a fantastically stoic expression on her pretty face. Setting her food down and dropping the bomb on him seems just as easy too.

She mentions punishment and how she doesn’t see her absence as deserving of one for she hasn’t betrayed him. Instantly his brows furrow in confusion at this oddity of a character. Who the fuck is this? This isn’t the same Leigh that left. He thinks. Especially as she continues. Sitting prim and proper, a lush tail flowing over her paws. He almost has a sneer on his maw at this point, obviously confused.

Ambrosia? He repeats internally. What?

It’s become clear that — yes, this is not Leigh any longer. For a moment he wonders who gave her the LSD required for her to go on such an odd soul searching trip and still be demented enough to make her way back here. Especially if she hated it so much. Maybe she likes to suffer. Kynareth’s mind supplies humorously. Perhaps she’s having a hard time coping with the Saints ways of life. Deciding it best to kill her old self and raise anew — a stronger version of Leigh perhaps? He has yet to see.

To by this point he only takes a few steps closer and a caustic laugh escapes dark lips. “What’s this then? You’ve gone soul searching and found a new you, Ambrosia?” He curls his tongue around her name so teasingly, deep and rumbling.