so these seven words i pray you hold true
forever and always i will never love you &
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It wouldn't be long before little Ambrosia was meant to leave on her little journey with the brown wolf, Maddox. She had been told of the task he had been given- and that it was she who he wanted to accompany him. Out of all the young ones of Diveen, Ambrosia wondered at why the stranger male had chosen her. She was not the most outspoken child- infact, the pale little girl hardly spoke to anyone at all save for her Mother and a select few in her family. Such had simply been the way she had developed at a young age- remaining quiet and simply observing with her exotic and brilliant violet gaze. Each shard of orange and emerald that pierced her gaze made hers a keen one, seemingly clever and intelligent. When she spoke, her voice was as sweet as her namesake, and her choice of words was what some would consider peculiar.

But it seemed a lot of wolves around Diveen had particular speech habits- including Ambrosia's own brothers and sisters, and even Aunt Isola, the Queen of the Angel City. Granted, the little one had never met the Queen face to face- but she had overheard her voice the times she had visited the den in the prevailing months. While her brothers and sisters might have interrupted and wanted all the attention for themselves- the alabaster angel marked female preferred to observe and listen to what she came across. Enjoyment came to her in silence and the simple feel and sensation of things. Which was how she currently found herself absently following her Father's and brothers trails which led her to overhear voices. Several voices. One being her Father, the other being Aunt Isola- and then two of which she did not know.

Tilting her white skull ever so slightly to the right, her large paws continued to carry her forward until they all came into view. Her bright violet and flecked gaze found first the impressive fourm of her Father, and then immediately to that of her brother, who stood out so against the white pelts of all the others. Ambrosia's own pelt matched theirs- even the stardusted angel mark upon her shoulders was apparent in both Isola and her Father. She had heard the lore of the angels of these marks, and found one of a smiliar variety on the chest of one of the strangers- an older female who looked very similar to Isola. It only took moments for the young wolf's mind to make all these connections, and for her large paws to carry her just beside her brother. He seemed apart from the rest, his ears pinned back- almost as if scared to venture nearer.

Leaning down and nudging her dark nose into his armpit, she urged him forward with a bright glance and a small smile, her alabaster tail wagging slowly behind her. No words were needed, as she felt in most instances, and after she was content she then turned her attention on the others. They were family, obviously so, and that made Ambrosia's mind whirl with questions. When the younger stranger spoke to her Father, asking who her brother was with a gesture, it was then her voice broke her usual silence. 'Si vero quaeritur, quare non quaereret, quem quaeris?' If you ask a question, why not ask the one you are asking of? It was sincere, and there was no hint of sarcasm in her voice. She truly was curious to why he did not just ask Mithos- but perhaps he had thought this right, as so many had their own thoughts and feelings.

Turning then to the wolf who had to be Isola, Ambrosia was eager to give her one of her rare, full blown smiles that rang true to the sweetness of her nature. With a wagging tail, the little one took a few steps forward, not completely leaving her brothers side but edging closer to the Queen. 'Tu de Isola. Ego Ambrosia.' You are Isola. I am Ambrosia. With the particular speech pattern of course comes a particular mind and a certain way of thinking. It is simple, but in no way dim witted or unintelligent. Ambrosia is simple and sweet in her nature, her mind a sponge so eager and ready to absorb all she can. It is not often she talks, but it is a wonder when she does and this day, she feels a simple want to speak with these white wolves of her family she has yet to meet.

After speaking to the Queen, she would have glanced at the other two wolves she did not know, offering them small smiles and each a nod before stepping back and falling into place beside her brother. Hopeful that he was not so resigned, she pushed her white shoulder gently against his, wanting him to know she was there. They had not talked much so far, but Ambrosia had always been fascinated with the russet pelt he held, and how it was so different than the rest of their siblings. Hopefully he would know of her good intentions, as she had never been one to have ill intentions or even think spiteful thoughts. The angel and star marked girl was sweet through and through, something she would hopefully never lose in her years to come.

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broken soul // no love // diveen