12-04-2009, 09:39 PM
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losing emotion
finding devotion
At least he wasn't completely oblivious to the world around him. Azure orbs did not falter from his smaller form, mentally dissecting every single expression to cross his chubby little face. Astonishment was discernible for only a brief moment, long enough for Lillith to feel smugly satisfied by the fact that she'd caught him off guard. But then, his behavior changed. His upper lip made way for pointy fangs, a reaction which she seemed to find humorous. Didn't he know anything about submission? The Stormbringer child was obviously the oldest, smartest and tallest of them both; that was reason enough for her to exercise the little authority she possessed. As her annoyance grew, her face morphed into a sneer of sorts. Her jaw partly slightly, about to redeem her wounded ego, when her brain finally processed the answer he'd provided her with. Was he really part of Salvaged Eternity's clan of sinners? Her eyes narrowed into angry slits of green, burning with an intensity she'd never displayed up until now. The Azathoth women flashed before her eyes. Miska, Thavardo, Ravyn; two of which were currently dead.
"Listen peanut-brain," she murmured dangerously low, taking a few steps in the blue-eyed child's direction. Lillith had a few inches on him, and she made full use of her height. Her body towered over his, looming dangerously over who she thought was criminal. "This is my home, not yours!" she responded this time, her voice reaching heights she'd never thought possible. Yelling felt liberating in a twisted way; it was entirely new to her. In Chimera, she was at the bottom of the hierarchy pyramid. Everyone had control over her. But with the beetle-munching kid, it was the exact opposite. She was in control. The ebony girl did not linger unnecessarily, retracting before he could counter with a scream of his own. Her gaze nonchalantly travelled to the floor where the beetle now lay on its back. Was it dead or just pretending to be? Her little paw reached out, poking it lightly at first, waiting for it to move. When it showed no signs of life, she promptly decided to pound it. A crunching sound reached her ears, indicating that the bug was no longer. "There. Now start paying attention! Where is the green eyed monster hiding?"
finding devotion
At least he wasn't completely oblivious to the world around him. Azure orbs did not falter from his smaller form, mentally dissecting every single expression to cross his chubby little face. Astonishment was discernible for only a brief moment, long enough for Lillith to feel smugly satisfied by the fact that she'd caught him off guard. But then, his behavior changed. His upper lip made way for pointy fangs, a reaction which she seemed to find humorous. Didn't he know anything about submission? The Stormbringer child was obviously the oldest, smartest and tallest of them both; that was reason enough for her to exercise the little authority she possessed. As her annoyance grew, her face morphed into a sneer of sorts. Her jaw partly slightly, about to redeem her wounded ego, when her brain finally processed the answer he'd provided her with. Was he really part of Salvaged Eternity's clan of sinners? Her eyes narrowed into angry slits of green, burning with an intensity she'd never displayed up until now. The Azathoth women flashed before her eyes. Miska, Thavardo, Ravyn; two of which were currently dead.
"Listen peanut-brain," she murmured dangerously low, taking a few steps in the blue-eyed child's direction. Lillith had a few inches on him, and she made full use of her height. Her body towered over his, looming dangerously over who she thought was criminal. "This is my home, not yours!" she responded this time, her voice reaching heights she'd never thought possible. Yelling felt liberating in a twisted way; it was entirely new to her. In Chimera, she was at the bottom of the hierarchy pyramid. Everyone had control over her. But with the beetle-munching kid, it was the exact opposite. She was in control. The ebony girl did not linger unnecessarily, retracting before he could counter with a scream of his own. Her gaze nonchalantly travelled to the floor where the beetle now lay on its back. Was it dead or just pretending to be? Her little paw reached out, poking it lightly at first, waiting for it to move. When it showed no signs of life, she promptly decided to pound it. A crunching sound reached her ears, indicating that the bug was no longer. "There. Now start paying attention! Where is the green eyed monster hiding?"