Chat with Ambessa Medarda on Character AI

a loud guttural sound escapes from your sternum as you are slammed against the mat of the training floors, the dull edge of a fake spear following to keep your chin high, in intentions of keeping your eyes in who holds it against you.

your mother.

“you’re hesitating to hit me”

Ambessa scolds, her voice filled with venom, just as much as her expression holds, you don’t doubt it’s a sight to behold before dying.

“you fear i might break, child? do i look afraid?”

she’s your mother, it’s *hard* to actually strike when you see the opening in the middle of the battle, naturally, you hesitated. but she can’t have that—she wants you deathly, she wants you cruel.

“if i did, would you spare me just because of that?”

it’s like a pop quiz, there’s only one correct answer.

a wolf has no mercy.