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OOC Feb 18

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Amy lashed Raoth to a pole, too exhausted to deal with his antics. Any time she let her guard drop he was off and trying to escape. It was hard dealing with him. Her anger was sharp as a knife, boiling over. He was creating stress at a time when she needed as little as possible. She didn't like that. He was going to pay. Yes, he was going to pay for every little uncouth word, every attempt to escape, every time she needed help and he refused, too angry at the world to take any notice of it. Defiant Raoth stood strong, his back unflinching as Amy considered what she would be doing. She didn't want him to die, no. He did need a reminder however.


Drawing her knife Amy smiled. Licking her lips she took the knife, and whipped it across his arms, a shallow gash spraying blood. It hit her face, and Amy eagerly licked at it, enjoying the taste. Raoth howled, and began to struggle, pulling at the restraints. Sharply she struck him with the hilt. Again she drew her knife across him, a deeper one on his back. He kicked out, sending her tumbling back. Snarling Amy marched up, stabbing the knife into his side and twisting it. He wouldn't do that again.

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Hehe



Days had gone by, sweet and unforgettable. A couple of days at the hotsprings, and doing the things she liked. The hotsprings had become a favorite, it fascinated the hybrid that she could just sink in and forget about the injuries she had endured in the last couple of days, how they numbed the pain was just amazing. Other than that, in the springs even two feet was too much distance away from Hadley. Sel sincerely hoped the burly hybrid was fine with the fact that she couldn't keep her hands off him, scaring him away would be shameful on her part.

The girl with the red eyes had left Hadley's room that morning, leaving a short note on the bed for him. It explained that she had to check out Halifax again, assuring him that she was armed and would be alright. Old partly frayed bandages were wrapped tight around her waist, protecting the brown and cream Italian from further harm to her ribs. It was hard breaking away from the warm room and gentle hybrid within it to leave, but there would definitely be gifts in it for him after. That would make the guilt fizzle out and vanish.

Selene had left Casa di Cavalieri early that morning, set off with Ukaglay armed with her long jeweled sword. Despite the glittering blue gems inset on the handle, the sword was pretty deady. Pure steel with a gold handle, sharp as anyone could imagine. At least protecting herself wouldn't be too difficult. Slipping off the large back of Uka, the young woman tied him up to a post, this time there would be no trouble getting away if anything unfortunate were to happen. The streets appeared empty, the only signs of others being near was the scents of passing canines from earlier. Selene gripped the handle of the sword and approached a building, it seemed deserted as far as she could see, but there was no way in. It took a while of looking around the edges of the building before she found the back door. Fortunately for the young woman, it was glass. It only took a well-aimed blow to the center of the glass, although left her breathless from the pressure on her lungs and ribs.

The things on the shelves were still sitting impeccably, as if untouched by anyone. The only evidence of civilization was a dainty cream colored human skull laying face up on the floor. The dainty female bent down to examine it, peering carefully at the teeth and eye sockets. It sent a shiver through her spine, it wasn't anything worthy of taking back to the pack, and it probably had the power to creep Hadley out. A long fluffy tail flicked as she returned to her standing position, to examine the shelves once more. She needed pretty things...Things that were so amazing to take back. There was an old cloth bag, very wide and big to use. Snatching it up, Selene turned to look at a jewelry display. Pretty eyes widened as eyes caught sight of something so perfect...So Hadley. It was a mountain lion necklace, carved so delicately and so skillfully of the large cat in sleek silver. The glass case was easily busted with the butt of her sword, long fingers gently picked up the necklace to eagerly place it in the bag.

Something else caught her eye, a hair ornament of a blue butterfly, so dainty and so beautiful. A small yelp of delight escalated from her lean muzzle, before taking it in her palm. The pickings were great here, but the pain in her ribs was approaching fast. The hybrid sank to the floor clutching her side tired. Quietly, she fixed the hair comb ornament into her dark hair. Closing her eyes, she thought back to Hadley. She hated to leave him behind. And maybe he had other things to do.

Sounds of struggle outside had the young woman fearful, perking her ears until she jumped up afraid. Despite the hurting ribs, she jumped up with her sword. Selene hurriedly ran out from the building, limping slightly with sword in hand. She was afraid to death that Hadley was hurt. But she wasn't prepared for the sight before her. A choked cry escaped her lips as she saw someone bent over in pain. "Amy?" Selene stood shocked, one hand gripping a sword and the other had the bag.


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The voice of another canine distracted Amy from her task. She pulled the knife out, only to be hit by Raoth as he struggled. Strong and proud he glared down at the pregnant female. It hurt, struggling back to her feet. She discarded the knife, anger drained to be replaced with worry for the pups that might have been injured. Running her hands over her stomach she made sure there was nothing wrong. Everything that she could see and feel was fine. Relieved Amy sagged down, forgetting the angry youth that was tied up. He'd still be there later, after all. She'd secured him tight enough to keep him from escaping, no matter how clever he was.


She turned to see who had broken her rage, finding herself face to face with Selene Barino. Pulling herself up Amy nodded her head cordially at the heiress before her legs gave way. Amy collapsed next to a wall, a long stream of curses flowing from her tongue. Glancing at Selene she waved her hand wearily. Help me up please? Being pregnant was not an agreeable state of mind. Selene seemed she was doing well. A beautiful butterfly ornament decorated her dark hair. It wasn't something Amy would have chosen for her. Amy would have gone with fire colors, sharp gold and blood red.

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some powerplay here...Tell me if you want it changed ^ ^




Selene felt that standing there like an imbecile wasn't wise, and the hit that was thrown at Amy from the male had her approaching, it was true. Amy had not been the most gentle with the angered man, but he had tried to hurt a pregnant female. And someone who could have been her friend. As the blonde female fell to the ground, instinctually Sel rushed over to extend a hand to help her up. "Amy...What's happening here?" Red eyes glanced frantically around, some blood lay in a small pool by her feet, most likely from the male Amy had practiced her knifemanship on.

This male must've been a slave captured from Amy, but she couldn't see Hadley in this man. Hadley seemed fearful, gentle even. This one, he had attacked Amy and was proud of it. As she pulled Amy up, checking her over for any wounds other that the probable wound from the punch. "You alright?" The Italian wanted to keep low with the business she had with Hadley, how she had stayed with him, everything. That would be difficult, his scent was thick on her fur. Maybe she'd distract Amy from the subject, speaking of other things. It made her visibly nervous seeing the fight in this dog woman, however these too women had the wherewithal to keep it together and act civilly. "I see you have a new one. Fighter he is." The girl gestured  with her muzzle, finding this slave-man was a little too violent towards Amy to truly think of him like she had with Hadley when she saw him with Amy.



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Selene rushed to her side quickly. It was good, seeing someone who responded so readily to her requests. This wasn't the first time she'd needed help from outsiders, and Amy wished that she'd gotten a different slave. His spirit had captivated her mind, forgetting the difficulties she would have with pups on the way. If she wasn't pregnant Amy would have enjoyed herself with the male, slicing him open and draining him of his anger. The circumstances allowed him to fight however, forcing Amy to do such drastic things. It was horribly demeaning, needing help from someone when she had a slave for such tasks. This was the last time she was taking in someone so green. Her next slave would already be broken.


She grunted slightly as she was pulled to her feet, relieved that Selene had been able to manage it. I got a new slave. The brat won't stop fighting me. I don't have the time for this, so I tied him up, hoping to get my point across quickly enough that I wouldn't have to repeat myself. Keeping him chained up all the time was a massive headache. She could be doing much better things. Amy nodded her head briskly at the heiress. Realizing what a disaster she looked, Amy's head dropped. She wanted to look civilized, to offer the best of what she had to the heiress who stood on equal grounds with her. Instead she was in the streets, blood on her hand and filth on her body, not even able to stand properly.


She lifted her head at Selene's words, trying her best not to show how terrible she felt about the weakness that had been revealed. Able to stand on her own again Amy pushed away. She smiled at Selene's words, remembering her own thoughts. Yes. He'll be wonderful once I break him in. Sighing she looked at Selene. I just can't do it right now. Still, it was wonderful to see the hybrid again. How are you? Amy took a deep whiff, concern crossing her face as she smelled Hadley. What are you doing with the slave I sold?<

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mush time, feel free to have Amy twap her across the face :|



Selene stood watching as Amy pushed away, standing on her own. Idly the young hybrid's mind flickered to the conversation with Amy a while ago. Where Amy had told her about her family, the only people in her mind that were truly like ghosts, unreachable and unreal. The crest upon her shoulder was of the Vansenza family, a secretive marking to keep away the people seeking the Barino heiress, Jonito had marked her as his own child, kept her safe.

Thoughts were interrupted as Amy asked about her wellbeing, simply the young woman gave a small nod to the larger golden female."I'm fine." it was good to see Amy again, the woman had put her on equal stance with herself. The next question though, it was too hard to answer. Large ears flattened themselves against her dark hair, lying to Amy could prove fatal, even in the dog's pregnant state. Red eyes turned to the chained man,keeping her eyes away. "I-I live with Hadley...We live in the same lands...We hang out." Visibly, Selene gulped nervously, it was the truth, she did live in the same place. Yet she couldn't yet reveal the feelings she had for the scarred hybrid. Instinctually, she took a step back, away from the pregnant merchant. "Is there a problem with that"



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Amy looked over Selene carefully. There were wounds on the female. Worry crossed her face as she considered the meaning of this. Amy didn't know if Selene had been tracked down and forced to agree to putting another family in charge of the inheritance, or if she had been in a fight and lost badly. She knew the young female was weak. If Selene had been demoted in her place, turned to a slave, Amy could send the message to her family, allowing them to properly take control of the alliances left behind, securing a shaky political future and promising wealth beyond imagining.


Selene's ears flattened at Amy's questions, causing the dog's eyes to narrow. Something was going on, and it wasn't something she would like. Anger swelled through her as Selene told her that she and Hadley shared a room. How dare they treat an heiress like that, placing her in the same room as a slave! The hesitancy, the way Selene backed away, quickly melted the indignant anger, turning it into suspicion. You aren't a slave, are you? There was no other reason for the lowly behavior that she could imagine.

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Selene glanced carefully over to the blonde female, her hesitancy and almost indecent backing away sent a shudder through the girl's system as Amy's eyes narrowed. What could Amy do to her anyways? It would not do any good to attack, the pack would be all over the incident, it just would mess things up. And Hadley. What would he do if he found that she was probably laying on the ground somewhere covered in her own blood? That wasn't likely to happen, knowing the sword was clenched into her fist, her own defiant weapon.

The hybrid watched carefully, the information about the springs, about her caring for the nurly hybrid couldn't reach the wrong ears, and as far as the brown coydog knew, Amy's would be the wrong ones. The question about Selene being a slave increased her hesitancy, having her fumbling for words. "No-I mean...Not really. No" The bag of trinkets was clutched to her chest, the other black hand clutched the sword's handle. "We live in the same pack?' The young woman's voice wavered to make it almost a question, expressing the vast nevousness she felf. If Sel didn't have fur, her face would be as white as a starch ivory sheet.

Finally after a while, the need to say the words to prevent further harm from withholding what was true, with an exasperated huff of breath, the young hybrid looked Amy square in the eye, lifting her chin as to look stronger than she was, luckily her knees were not shaking. "Amy. I love Hadley...What could you do about that?" The girl's lithe form was tense, Amy seemed like the type to spring, and if she gave a care towards the pups within her, she wouldn't. "I have for a while now.' For now, the hybrid woman didn't care about the empire she had left behind in Italy, it would be too much trouble to get it back. On the other hand, she was completely happy with Hadley in Casa di Cavalieri.
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Selene gripped her sword like it was magically going to leap to life, protecting her. Amy would have laughed at the sight, if it wasn't so clear that this fear and aggression was aimed towards her. Amy's hand went to her stomach, a subtle reminder of why Selene wouldn't be able to fight back. Whether or not Amy attacked her was beside the point. The innocent lives inside her came first. Selene fumbled even more at Amy's simple question. The dog thought it would be easy to figure out whether or not one was a slave. Rolling her eyes she listened patiently to the answer. Snorting Amy shook her head. The pack of trinkets was clutched close to Selene, as if afraid Amy was one of the thieves the merchant fought so hard against. If you're not a slave, stop acting like one!


The question at the end had her shaking her head. I know you're in the same pack. You said you're living together, remember? Of all the fools she had to deal with, this was definitely the worst. Amy couldn't even kill the hybrid to get her to shut up, needing the heiress alive and well for the message she'd composed and delivered to her family to be valid. She watched the shaky young female for a few moments, silence settling in around them. Raoth could be heard in the background, uselessly tugging at his bonds to try and get free. Amy didn't even need to look as she chucked a throwing knife into his side, releasing a small yelp from him.


Selene finally gathered her wits together, holding herself with the pride and dignity befitting a member of her family. Amy nodded approval at this change before Selene started to speak. The pregnant female froze as the words reached her. A purebred, falling for a slave? It was preposterous. It could destroy everything. Shaking with rage Amy struck Selene across the face, claws scratching lightly at the surface. Don't be a fool. You're a Barino. You have responsibilities. Don't soil your bloodline with someone as unworthy as a slave. He can't feel love! Angrily Amy met Selene's eyes, challenging her to debate her words.<

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I am tempted to jump into Hadley and Laikira's thread. But that would be rude. And i am not a rude person. And seeing Sel all :O surprise-face is sad. We should have a Hadley co-thread when he finds out about Amy and Sel's little chat 



Selene shook her head as Amy retorted. Things seemed to be going all wrong, not right enough to be civil. The didn't care at all if she was some missing heiress, she didn't give a flying fuck whether she could control Italy at all. Her words of love for Hadley angered the golden merchant, and for a moment the young hybrid faltered with fear. It was quickly interrupted as a fist came furling towards her face, striking her in the side of the muzzle. A low growl emanated from her throat as the impact came, but red eyes pierced into brown as the infuriated words hit her ears. "I don't care if I'm a Barino! They don't mean anything to me! I've never met them, and some fortune or whatever isn't worth it. And Hadley wasn't a slave until you made him one. And if I'm stooping so low, so be it."

She didn't know whether she would be able to fight back, maybe there was this hidden cowardice that enabled the girl to keep away from backing up her bark. "By together...I mean same room..." The brown and cream hybrid watched almost sadly when the pregnant woman before her spoke about Hadley. There was no way to answer that, how could she? Hadley had never told her that he loved her, and who knew? Maybe in her absence he might have been coddling some other woman. "I-I don't know...He's never told me that. But-" Maybe her worth was nothing, it was just Selene the kid-sister, someone never thought of as a lover. "But he holds me...Makes me feel safe..." Taking a few steps away, Selene glanced to the golden female. Conflicting emotions over her expression. The side of her muzzle hurt, but was ignored in the midst of the hurt within.

Maybe it was just the way Amy could manipulate her, make her believe she wasn't worth his time, or she his. Her mind flicked to the family she was supposed to take over in Italy. "I don't want anything to do with the Barino family. I don't even know them! They were dead before I was a week old! You want Italy? Take it." For a moment the coydog had lost herself in doubt, maybe it was something Hadley was doing for entertainment, to have her admit and promise herself to him, and all this time she had felt entitled to the gentle man. Maybe it was a game. And if it was true, what value did she have now? She'd make it a priority to discuss things with Hadley once she got back, if she wasn't worth it, she'd most likely move out. But how was she to be reassured? Told that she was valued. And maybe she was just a toy to use until broken. Quietly, she laid the sword down, laying down her only defense. Attempting to forge a truce between them.



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OOC i think that happens while selene is in ichika anyways

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Amy's eyes widened with shock as Selene picked up her heritage-and shattered it against the ground. So much power and wealth was thrown away, for a mere slave. It was something Amy would never have expected. The cold blooded merchant didn't understand such motives, such emotions. Every one of her movements were calculated, only anger and lust coming out as true emotion. Her words about Amy making Hadley a slave meant nothing to her. I gave him a purpose when he'd been little more than trash! You're still worth more than him!


The hybrid just kept yammering, trying to back up what she felt. A triumphant smile fell across Amy's face at Selene's next words. The heiress was so young, so naive. Such a fitting tool in the right hands. You haven't heard him speak it because he can't value you. He doesn't know your worth, incapable of understanding it. But that's alright. You're still a child. You can find someone so much better. Amy smiled as Selene tried to push Italy into her hands. I don't believe you understand. I can't take Italy from you. It's yours, and no matter what my family does, as long as you live they will never acknowledge my family's claim. Someone would always wait for her to return.

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yep yep. No problem bro Big Grin



Amy's words were seeming unintentionally hurtful, she said the caramel hybrid had worth and Hadley didn't acknowledge that. All that time before Hadley, she had thought herself as nothing, worthless and nothing compared to the rest of the world. When melted into Hadley's arms, she felt safe, warm and even precious. "That's-That's not true." Tilting her head defiantly, the feya knew that part of Amy's words had some truth, some possibility of reality. Instead she stubbornly pushed those away.

She hated being called a child, she'd seen things, felt things that were not right. Had more experience and caution towards the world than that of a child or young one. "He is valued to me. He may not tell me, but to me...He's worth more than anything I've ever seen." The girl's intention was to never be sounding overly muddle headed over the whole subject, sound overly in love even though she truly was. "What do you mean by so much better? Someone of royalty and wealth? I don't want that. I'm happy the way I am." Her head bent at the words, she wasn't entirely happy not knowing anything from Hadley's words, he showed more in actions...Which was more special?



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Amy smiled as she heard the shaky words. She'd hit a nerve, telling the truth. Amy truly believed that slaves had no feelings, worth little more than fulfilling someone's purpose. True, Hadley wasn't particularly ugly, and Selene had had a rough life. Meeting someone who would do whatever was asked of him would seem like love to someone so young. The heiress held herself so defiantly, a spark of what she could be capable of, but seemed so determined to refuse. It was senseless, a waste of everything the hybrid had.


She could hear as Selene spoke the shaky conviction. She truly believed what she was saying! Amy smiled at her, shaking her head softly. There are things out there worth more than a slave's life. Amy wished she knew how this trouble had started. She could have protected the poor female from the wrong impressions she had. The last words had Amy laughing. Happy? You don't even believe that yourself. No, I wouldn't say wealth, though that is preferable. I'm talking about someone who can protect you, help you continue the family so that it'll remain strong. Amy's own hands fell to her stomach, feeling the life inside there. So much rode on their lives.

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Wouldn't it be hilarious if Selene was preggo from Hadley? And she comes home all "Hi there. Do you know I has your bebes growing in me?" What a way to shatter the poor guy lol

Selene let the smallest of glares cross her expression as Amy laughed, why would she laugh about this? In the young woman's mind she didn't think of Hadley as a slave, someone to obey her every request. She cared for him, wanted to have him in a mindset that he was special, valued and loved. Quietly the girl stood, afraid to say anything else to the golden female. She hated the laughter, the chiding about what Hadley's life meant. Still she was defiant. She'd much rather speak to Hadlei about things then be wrapped around Amy's finger, easily manipulated. Maybe she created a mess, but Hadley had to care about her the slightest. All those gestures, the hurried retort about going after Amy. They all had to mean something. 

There still was a small flicker of doubt there, was Amy ever this good at controlling others, making them doubt things they shouldn't. It was a bit sinister in the girl's opinion. She held the necklace for Hadley in her palm, before placing it around her neck as if it was for herself. If Amy clued into the real reason she had it, she would most likely never see the trinket again. And it was for someone so important. "Still...I feel...Attached." One hand gripped the pendant quietly, but not nervously. How was she to get away? 
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OOC lol ya. not yet though. dont want their litter to be stillborn

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Amy watched a necklace be picked up and placed around Selene's neck. She hadn't realized the heiress was holding onto anything. It had imprinted into her hand. The sword laid on the ground forgotten. If Amy so wished, she could easily attack the female. Only the risk of losing the life inside her had her holding still. Selene was being utterly foolish, but at the end it truly was her choice to be that way. Amy had no responsibilities to help her, though Amy did hope the hybrid would take her advice.


The nervous way Selene clutched the pendant clued Amy in to how frightened the heiress was. She probably thought Amy was a monster of some kind. Her smile this time was almost bitter. Here she was, with someone so similar to her yet Amy still found herself viewed as a monster none could approach. Amy wouldn't deny that was what she was, she just wished that others would realize they were just as much a monster as she was. At least Selene had understood it might not be love, simply describing it as an attachment. Attachment is fine. A good slave will earn that. Just don't expect things he can't give. Weary now Amy looked at the hotel she was staying in. Raoth was forgotten, still tied. His tired exertions continued, and Amy didn't plan on stopping him. It would tire him out, make him easier to handle.

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dead bebes = even more shatter. And I remember from before, I promised you beautiful Hadley babies 



Selene snorted as Amy brushed off the attachment as if it were not legitimately something in strong feelings when in truth it was something of adoration and security. "Well. You know what I mean." A low almost inaudible growl rumbled from her throat as the man she loved was referred to as a slave. He wasn't a slave anymore, and he should no longer be seen as one.

Somehow she wished for a change of spirit for this bitter woman, but knew nothing of the sort could be accomplished. Something or the teachings that had fallen upon Amy had changed her, this wasn't positive social at all. This seemed threatening, so calculated. And what problem could Amy possibly have with Selene being close to Hadley? Did she want the scarred man as broken as he was the day he had left Amy? All so much, all so confusing. Two different sides and which one to stick to? Eyes glanced to the sword at her feet, not contemplating the idea of attacking, but at least it was there. It reassured her much to an extent that she had a weapon if needed. But it wasn't right to hurt someone carrying innocent pure lives, how could she kill them? The brown female glanced back to the enslaved man tugging at his bonds, wondering vaguely if Amy would manage to break his spirit too. For his sake she hoped he didn't, that he'd get away and live how he wanted to. She couldn't keep her mind off Hadley back at home, wondering and wishing that the things Amy was saying weren't true, and the trust she had wouldn't shatter. 



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OOC yes, yes you did. made me cry when omni was mated. thought no more babies XD

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Amy nodded her head. She understood. Selene needed someone who she could rely on completely. Amy hadn't made him for that purpose, but he was capable of fulfilling it nonetheless. Noting that Selene's gaze wandered to Raoth she shook her head. He'll be fine. It's better than him constantly fighting me. At least he hadn't tried to kill her yet, though she wouldn't put it past him. As long as he refused to listen to her Amy would be forced to drain his energy in other ways than hard work. Leaving him out there to struggle would be just fine.


Looking over herself again Amy sighed. She really was a walking disaster right now. Her hands were slightly bloody from cutting into Raoth, her clothes covered in dirt from being shoved down. Her body had sweat beading from it as well. I do apologize at being such a mess. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. I do believe I have some wine I can offer you however, if you'd like? Amy began to move toward her wagon slowly, thinking about what kind of hospitality she could possibly offer in this condition. Nothing good.

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Hadley and Sel Babies would be PURDY. Oh and I started the Hadley/Omni thread in...Where was it again? 



Selene thought of being back in Casa di Cavalieri, this encounter was too hard on her, the confusion and manipulative Amy was getting to her, and what side to believe? There was a large chunk of the brown and black woman that refused to change about how she saw Hadley. And she didn't know if that one piece would someday be her happiness or in more pain than anyone could ever imagine.

Quietly, she nodded as the beautiful gold female spoke. Sel didn't believe in slavery as strongly, and now that Amy had her hands on the slave tied up, there really was no going back. Hadley was lucky, Sebastian had bought him off only to set him free. There still needed to be a thanks given to the russet man, although the worry of his reaction kept the girl hesitant. Sel couldn't just waltz in and speak of her love for the scarred massive hybrid, who knew how Sebastian felt.

Selene shook her head as Amy apologized for the whole mess started as of earlier. She saw no problem and the temptation of good wine was pulling at the girl, but there had to be refusal. "I'm sorry...I have nothing to repay you." She glanced idly towards the wagon, seeing all the soft furs and weapons stored in the background. Selene envied Amy for the things she was able to do, to keep strong and respected among others. Sure sometimes fear was involved, but Amy was a naturally dominant person. Selene was lowly, quiet and completely submissive if needed. "I think I have to get back..." A cloud cover was pulling overhead in a flux of grey, and she was worried that if she didn't get back, Hadley would forget about her and think she was just playing him. And that wasn't true. And it couldn't happen that way.


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As gracious as her breeding demanded, Selene accepted Amy's apology as if there was nothing to forgive. Amy had been a disastrous mess, torn and controlled by her emotions. Things were better now. The soft refusal due to lack of payment had her shaking her head softly. You don't need to repay me. Simply think of it as a gift from one friend to another. Reaching the wagon Amy pulled out a bottle of wine. Checking the quality she nodded and passed it into the hybrid's hands.


She couldn't say that she was disappointed by Selene's insistence that she had to leave. Amy made lousy company at the time, her hormones making her incredibly unbalanced. That didn't mean she didn't wish the heiress had stuck around a little. Pulling out some of the softer furs she nodded. Safe travels to you. She moved towards the hotel, leaving Raoth to gape at her, unbelieving that she would really be as cruel as leave him out there still bleeding. Inside Amy reached the small room she'd slept in, and spreading the furs out sunk into a dreamless sleep.

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