Ashe grinned upon seeing [member="Alicia Drey"], to her nothing but a filthy cur who should have been dispatched swiftly and subsequently back on Aeten II. She didn't know at first who the woman was or ever would have recognized her thus, but Circe had personally bridged that gap between her promise to confess to their daughter and Ashelotte's own psychometric foresights in her presence. The Force saw everything, and everything was laden in the Force... well, except those silly Vong, she thought. Her leg up on the bed quickly slipped down, harshly unto the ground, her wooden heels beginning to clank as she slowly approached the next woman to exit the bathroom; none other than her fiance. The vulpine vixen simply tilted her head and rolled her eyes at the woman, cool and collected but with a screaming Force aura that told a thousand truths. The muscles in her right arm could practically twitch with all the preemptive impulses to lunge it into the woman's neck with lightning speed.
"A mistake? You know, our daughter was truly disappointed in you. Such a pity it had to be with a pathetic cur like this creature. Such a pretty face... and not a half terrible body, either," she winked, "I would hate a repeat of what happened to the last one to come between us. T'heheheee..." she told [member="Enigma"].
Of course, the unborn soul of the first legitimate child that pairing had was still hers, and it was still sealed in Sith magic, processed into a sword. That little excursion only made Ashe the person of power and fortitude she was today, for better or worse.
Ashelotte slowly pressed her body up against Circe's own, her crush-claw sliding down the woman's belly and to grip her crotch as if grabbing Circe's fate 'by the balls' and leaning to lock her lips into the Echanii's own. Her body may have been different, smaller even, but she didn't forget a thing about the way things once were.
I'm disappointed in you, Circe. The last time you fell pray to the temptations of others, it cost me my body and my life. I thought that meant something to you - the fact that I could be dead and gone right now....
The small Ruksenmih had handled Circe far better than any woman they knew could; she'd proven it before, and she'd completely upstaged her competition now. Perhaps it was simply a lack of that desire and companionship which was lost through the months of turmoil and constant separation that Circe and Ashe needed to mend the loosening ends of their relationship. Ashe had long since placed an order for a ring by a very special craftswoman. She had gone above and beyond, and went literal millions of times bigger, and all without the knowledge of Circe.... Had only she not continuously broken the girl's trust.
"And you, coward...." Ashe turned to Ayra, licking clean the loose spit. "You should have died with some dignity back on Aeten II. You are alive right now because I will it so. Your time will come. Perhaps you'll just run away, naked, bruised and burned, just like last time." Ashelotte giggled. "-Oh, and Circe, we have some unfinished business of our own to tend to first."
A promiscuous smile subtly made its way across the vixen's face, where Alicia couldn't see. Obviously, she was talking about bedding, and made it empathically known she didn't care that it was right there, right then; all the better for her cause.
All in all, Ashelotte had done well to curb her impotent anger and subdue her strife. It was likely only because she'd seen Circe again, had the chance - still a woman at heart - to spite her rival, and known telemetrically that nothing extensive occurred in the room or with Circe since then. Even that aside, Ashelotte was a fox; if she could do one thing better than any, it was use trickery and misguidance as she'd always done to instigate and lead on her enemy to right where she wanted them.
