A life you never thought you'd have
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The Oriax knew now that Naiko was right she had chosen to allow Amy into these lands. It was for the best for anathema. both Assassin women were strong willed had advanced fighting skills and the ability to gain info quickly. Both women were an asset to Naniko and Aeron would have to battle her demons and allow the woman to freely live here.

She had to admit though She couldn't wait for the crows to calm down. They squawked for days when new members joined until they were used to them. looking to Shou she smiled "Patrol" She spoke taking the bird and lifting him allowing him to take off.

Aeron looked at her felines and gave them both the signals. She would go and see the golden mutt woman on her own. The ex-assasin moved towards the cabin off set from the rest of the pack. She knew the woman did not truly like others but the fact was she was hard to reach.

Aeron yawned as she moved to the temple, she groaned a little bit. The woman would have to be more easily accessible. Amy Aeron called looking at the place. She had a feeling she knew what the woman would do in the future and Aeron would make sure she knew her place. She was the Oriax and Amy was the Sut. "I'd like to speak with you."


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Amy laid in a dark space in the temple. Her pups had been dropped into what used to be used as a place for sacrifices. The pups mewled with hunger, but Amy ignored them. She brushed her hair back, making sure that it was in it's customary ponytail. It would be kept out of the way. Carefully she drew her knife. Taking a deep breath she stared at the pups one more time. Arianne, Douglas, Gabriel. They were hers, and they had to die. Amy moved to plunge the knife down, finding herself caught, unable to complete the action. She couldn't take their lives. Amy knew it was necessary, knew that her family couldn't harbor the weak. The act was just beyond her though.


Furious that she was so weak willed Amy threw the knife across the room, letting it land in the wall with a solid thunk. Satisfied by that small bit of release Amy straightened up. Maybe she could just leave the pups here, let them starve to death. It wasn't like anyone ever came here. The cry of another shattered that illusion. Amy would have to do the deed herself. Not in the mood for visitors Amy growled, moving further into the darkness. She hadn't yet lost the weight from her pregnancy, though her irregular eating and vicious exercise as she tried to get rid of her weakness had helped cut down on some of it. In a place where she'd be hard to spot Amy stood, waiting for the other to leave.

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Aeron yawned she was tired of waiting out here and was not impressed that the Sut woman was avoiding her. Here she was coming to allow bygones be bygones. But Amy was her typical self even the assassin woman had changed some of her ways to live here. Avoiding those of power was not a good idea. Aeron was beginning to think Naniko had made a wrong decision that the trader could not be of use to them.

Aeron looked around trying to see if she could see the blonde woman anywhere. She could smell her but her scent laced this place now that was not going to really help her too much. Amy I think it'd be wise not to play games with me Aeron spoke. She had no true force behind the statement but that was mainly due to her trying to place nice.

Aeron slid her hood off and looked around again. I brought you things from the main stores She spoke waiting for the woman to appear. She was hoping that Amy would to play nice after all it wasn't often the short tempered yote female played nice. She was normally the first to swing but today she was trying to be a little bit different.


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One of the pups started whining. Furious that it would do something that would draw attention Amy quickly flowed over to where the pups were, scooping them up and stuffing them back into the bag she kept them in. In a familiar place the weak creatures settled down. Amy glanced over, watching the coyote move through the temple. There was no real force behind the words, but the offer of adding something to Amy's stores did get her to move out. Amy wouldn't turn down things she could trade away.


Arms crossed she reluctantly turned to face the other. She really wasn't in the mood for this. Sighing she pushed back her bangs, looking at the other. Yes? Her voice betrayed her obvious reluctance, though the rest of her was stone still, no sign of emotion anywhere. As soon as this was over with Amy was grabbing her wagon and hitting the trade route again. She didn't need to stay still any longer. Perhaps further away from where they were born Amy would have an easier time killing the pups as well.

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Aeron had to admit that she was in no mood to play these games with the golden demon. There were many in the world that Aeron could do without and Amy was one of them. Looking around she heard a faint cry of a puppy and remembered that the dog had been bred and was due any day. Well she must have had them so she was most likely being a mother so Aeron moved deeper into the temple.

Coming around a corner Amy met her and did not seem to pleased. Aeron smiled well now she decided to play that was nice indeed. Glad to see you decided to be smart for once. She spoke looking at her

Aeron reached into her bag and pulled out a thing of meat that had been wrapped it was just now slowly starting to rot. She had brought it for the Sut after all she wasn't worth Anathema's high quality food. Pups or not Aeron would not bring her the fresh things. Here Aeron said tossing the wrapped meat towards her. She didn't care if she caught it or let it fall.

Aeron smirked looking at her. She was just having fun now this was pure fun to the golden vixen. her tail swayed with her rank as she looked at Amy. Time would tell wither they should have killed her or if this was a good idea.

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Amy's stony eyes looked at the disgusting canine before her, no trace of what she was thinking. She just wanted to be left alone. Naniko had promised that she would have privacy, yet some stupid fool pup had come along when she was giving birth, and now this stupid female was here, seeking her out. Amy hadn't done anything to warrant such rudeness. Didn't they realize she was contracted with their leader? Her eyes glinted slightly at the words. Amy never made a stupid move.


Her nose wrinkled as the smell of rotting meat reached her. The package was tossed at her, and Amy realized that this filthy mutt had decided to joke around with her. Deciding not to give her the satisfaction of a reaction Amy met the fool's eyes calmly. Is that all you came here for? If so you can leave. I have better things to do than humor a slut. Her hands reached to make sure her knife was secured, only to remember that she'd chucked it into a wall. Cursing she turned around, heading back to get it.

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Aeron
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Her Lack of showing anything is what amused Aeron the most in honesty. She had come here to in a way play nice but then again the golden coyote could not help but poke at the golden mutt. the dog was nothing but a pawn here in Anathema. Naniko had allowed her here under a contract that she would collect things for anathema and information. The Oriax had to admit she was enjoying standing here.

Aeron smiled as the woman spoke. She expected poison from the cobra but what she got was deluded salt water. Aeron looked at her and leaned on something as she reached for a knife that wasn't there. She grinned white teeth showed as she watched Amy turn away.

Come now you don't like my gift? I think you should treat your elders and higher ups with more respect. Aeron said calmly as she looked at her. So the dog thought that she could be so disrespectful. If she was any regular Sut Aeron might break her arm, but she was naniko's pawn. Aeron watched the golden woman move to her knife in the wall.

Sliding her hand into a pouch she reached for a knife. She wondered if she should tell Naniko her hand slipped. Holding the knife she waited she would not be the first to strike Amy would be the one to pick this fight Aeron was the one who would end it.


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Amy pulled the knife from the wall and carefully cleaned it. Checking the edge she sighed. It looked like it would need sharpening. Her ears twisted around to track the blond bimbo, hearing her hand move to somewhere. Amy wasn't sure what she was doing, but it probably was nothing interesting. I'll keep that in mind when I see one. Amy turned around, noting the knife in the coyote's hand. Smiling slightly she dipped her head in mock politeness. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get my wagon ready. With the pups birthed, she had no need to stay in the pack any longer. Sure, she would return. After all, Amy had agreed to a contract. That didn't mean she had to live in the pack, just drop by and give the information she gained. In exchange she'd have shelter.


With ease Amy stepped around the other, clearly displaying the fact that she didn't view the other as a threat. Amy might still have some ways to go before she was back to the peak she'd been at before the pups, but she was already moving much faster than before, her balance being regained as she lost the weight. Her eating might not be particularly healthy at the moment, but that would be fixed soon enough when the source of her concern was dead, far away from where she was.

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Aeron
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to hatred turned.......

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She was becoming rather annoyed with the dog that was here. She was not loyal and she was not worth Anathema's time to deal with her. They didn't need her Aeron could feel herself itching to kill the woman. She just she knew she could get her remove her head from her shoulders and use it as a warning to all who were to arrogant for the ranks.

Don't be a fool I have no problem cutting you done to size you ijiwaru warugaki Aeron retorted looking at her. She was the most annoying thing on the planet. Here she was someone both Alaki and herself disliked. Here Aeron stood trying to stop herself from slicing her down the middle. goshujin kotonashi datte ato funuke, ato baka atto jou Aeron huffed as she looked at the woman. She thanked Alaki and the books she had found. Golden eyes burned looking at her. You walk on thin ice in Anathema and all over these lands. know that if you mess up just once I'll be the first to strike you down. Aeron said her calm returning.



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Insults were hurled at the dog in a language she didn't even understand. At least it appeared Aeron was making some attempt to remain in control and not do what they both wanted to do, which was try and kill each other. Amy had to doubt Naniko's wisdom in letting her into a pack that she had such destructive tendencies towards, but the leader surely knew what she was doing. Amy got what she wished for out of it anyways, so even if Anathema struggled with accepting it's new volatile member it would be just fine with her. As long as she survived it of course.

Amy smiled over at Aeron at the words. I would expect nothing less. For once a grudging form of respect glinted in her eyes as she glanced at the coyote. She might hate her guts, and wish to wear her pelt, but it seemed that Aeron was a worthwhile enemy, disciplined and sharp in her actions. If she was lucky Amy might even one day decide to treat Aeron with respect, instead of continually dissing and putting her down like the scum that Amy currently saw her as. Sauntering over to her wagon Amy hitched her horse up. With Raoth chained to the back she began her trek to the borders, searching for where the pups could die.


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