12-07-2015, 03:35 PM
Aoi’s mother had taught her kindness, and justice. The Jungle had taught her survival. The Jungle blood within her had stirred up her need to fight, and feel the rush of battle. Even as a child, her mother had taught her to quell that feral need, to use her words instead of force. But, the Jungle voices always fought against that cage of diplomacy. Kindness and justice always struggled against that need for blood that came from being a daughter of the wilds. When she was younger, less in control, she might have been more likely to pick a fight with Kat than she was to try and recruit her. Even now, now that she is older (wiser, even) she has to stifle the primordial urge to fight and to dominate. Kindness still feels peculiar upon her lips. If it weren’t for her mother, the niceties would be replaced with teeth, and squeals, and ringing tails.
Yet Kat’s indifference towards Aoi is expected. The Amazons are full to the brim with strong personalities (to put it nicely) and territorial displays. A flash of a smile betrays her. She is amused.
“Would you like to see the Jungle?” she asks. Perhaps, this could be Kat’s chance to break away and start anew. “Or would you rather wait for Charming to come sweep you away?” She jabs, testing her limits. Simple conversation can be so dull. She isn't here to make friends either.
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