January 13, 2021, 07:28 PM
She couldn't blame them. They didn't know Ambrosia or her motives. But regardless of knowledge, they were wrong to believe the woman was jealous.
The she-wolf wasn't the slighest bit envious. There was a time where she may have hoped for Kynareth's attention, but her desire to be loved wasn't severe enough to warrant a fight. And now that their relationship had since broken, Ambrosia had long buried the dream of finding companionship. She'd simply wait until the day she could return to her family, and nothing would get in the way of that. The woman knew for a fact that she'd never fall in love again.
Ambrosia had only just arrived, and the exact details were difficult to pick out from the conflict. From what she could tell, it was mainly a fight over Kynareth's ass. Interesting to watch, but not interesting enough to interfere with. For now she'd sit back and watch the drama play out. Besides, if she refrained from offering a solution, the entertainment would last longer.
It was unlikely Kynareth had even noticed her. The she-wolf remained seated quite a distance away from the action. Close enough to engage in conversation, but far enough to not be confused as a participant. And despite the tiger's annoucement to scatter, she only continued to watch the scene. Ambrosia posed no threat, nor did she plan on interjecting. But she wanted to gather as many juicy details as possible.
The more details, the easier it'd be to read, learn about, and manipulate her peers. The woman was never the type to have evil intentions, but according to her alpha, this was a wolf eat wolf world. She'd need to survive, and this is how she knew to do so. Her fighting days were long over, cast away into history. Now her joints were sore and her pelt was decorated with scars. But that didn't mean she didn't have any weapon at her disposal. Evil? No. But Ambrosia was indeed a dishonorable, manipulative, and impatient wolf.
Ever since her own drama had faded, there was little to do. Her dark fur only blended into the shadows where she watched the world play out in front of her. However, the world was always changing. She'd have another chance to share the spotlight, and this time, she was no cinnamon roll. Not that she had ever been to begin with.
The she-wolf wasn't the slighest bit envious. There was a time where she may have hoped for Kynareth's attention, but her desire to be loved wasn't severe enough to warrant a fight. And now that their relationship had since broken, Ambrosia had long buried the dream of finding companionship. She'd simply wait until the day she could return to her family, and nothing would get in the way of that. The woman knew for a fact that she'd never fall in love again.
Ambrosia had only just arrived, and the exact details were difficult to pick out from the conflict. From what she could tell, it was mainly a fight over Kynareth's ass. Interesting to watch, but not interesting enough to interfere with. For now she'd sit back and watch the drama play out. Besides, if she refrained from offering a solution, the entertainment would last longer.
It was unlikely Kynareth had even noticed her. The she-wolf remained seated quite a distance away from the action. Close enough to engage in conversation, but far enough to not be confused as a participant. And despite the tiger's annoucement to scatter, she only continued to watch the scene. Ambrosia posed no threat, nor did she plan on interjecting. But she wanted to gather as many juicy details as possible.
The more details, the easier it'd be to read, learn about, and manipulate her peers. The woman was never the type to have evil intentions, but according to her alpha, this was a wolf eat wolf world. She'd need to survive, and this is how she knew to do so. Her fighting days were long over, cast away into history. Now her joints were sore and her pelt was decorated with scars. But that didn't mean she didn't have any weapon at her disposal. Evil? No. But Ambrosia was indeed a dishonorable, manipulative, and impatient wolf.
Ever since her own drama had faded, there was little to do. Her dark fur only blended into the shadows where she watched the world play out in front of her. However, the world was always changing. She'd have another chance to share the spotlight, and this time, she was no cinnamon roll. Not that she had ever been to begin with.
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RE: IV - by Kynareth Deagon - January 07, 2021, 03:01 PM
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RE: IV - by Leigh - January 13, 2021, 07:28 PM