Ankyra Sound heaven and hell were words to me

Aella was a show off since birth. She boasted, she blustered, she bragged, but most of all she envied. There was something within her that made her want to be on top, to be in the center of attention, and when someone gave it to her, no matter how little, she wore it as a trophy.

Caiaphas had Akatie's trust now, even though the now-matriarch had known her way longer than the neophyte, and knowing it felt like a dagger deep in her chest. She wasn't completely sure why she wanted to have Akatie's trust whatsoever, but she wanted it, and she hated the fact that in a matter of days she had been surpassed by a half-coyote.

Aella intentionally ignored the neophyte in the background, and hoarded the shrimp, moaning as if it was the most delightful manjar in the seven seas; and when she was done she lifted her head and turned to the stoop female and licked her lips delicately. "I've had better..." she said shrugging, and proceeded with her recognition tour in the beach as her initial plans had been before the cur went all bitchy.