Her emeralds never left his own orbs. What was this man before her really? She knew she couldn't run, though she was not one to run from danger but rather to stand and fight - No matter the outcome. She narrowed her eyes at him as his tail flicked behind him. Her hackles remained heightened as she brought her head up high, raising her tail. His expressions were hidden it seemed from her view, he was a mystery. Her jaws clenched shut tightly, yet her lips pulled back to bare her pearly teeth. Her questions seemed to bring the man to a pause for a while as he thought.

"Why, my dear, I wish for nothing more than your company. I have no pack, you see, no family, no friends, and I have been living within this cavern - my den, really - all alone. I cannot remember the last time that I spoke with another, so excuse my rude manners." The banded woman wasn't easily fooled. She narrowed her eyes again at him as he bowed his head to her. "I am Draven, if it pleases you." Draven. The name had a ring to it that unsettled the ess. He rose slowly and her orbs watched him closely and carefully. "And your own name? May I have that?"

The banded witch gave a small snarl before lowering her head slightly. "Well, Draven, you are speaking to Ambrosia. Iota of Abendrot and daughter of Halina. So don't try anything funny." She snapped at the last part. "Am I supposed to pity you, Draven? I do not pity. What if I do not want you to be in my company? Maybe I came here to get away from everyone and be alone. If it's socialization you want you should look for a real home. Just stay the hell out of mine." She growled in her chest.





"I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you, 'cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you!"

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