Word Count :: 458 usmell.
Bewilderment was passed around like an unwanted cold. Judging from the vague expression of confusion to have emerged on the Ichikan’s face and the inquiry that came soon thereafter; she had been infected first. Perhaps the Soulstorm juvenile hadn’t thought things through before speaking. From another person’s perspective, the origin of her statement and the reason behind it might’ve been hard to grasp. And yet, in all of her confusion, the salt and pepper femme never once displayed signs of panic or distress. She barely showed signs of anything, really. This in turn somewhat perturbed the loner. Now faced with two choices, whether to explain or not, she took a pause to assess the situation while pairing it with her victim’s aura.
She hadn’t noticed it before: how alike and yet so different they both were. While Lilin bore an exotic appearance, the pregnant canine did too. Not exactly the same, per se. Their coloration was different and in no way comparable but certain patterns were still oddly kindred. “You’re excused,” she replied after a moment, seizing the opportunity to fire back a comment of her own. A satisfied smile morphed onto her lips then, demonstrating how pleased she was with the way she’d handled the inquiry. It hadn’t even been a proper question anyway. She had nothing to be excused from so how could a proper answer be provided? In all reality, Lilin hadn’t meant to be rude with the last words she’d offered but then again, it hadn’t quite dawned on her that wolves in general weren’t as easy- going as Barrett and his two dog companions.
Maybe it was the way the other female carried herself that intrigued Lilin the most. In all of her pregnant glory, the stranger still had a natural air of superiority that could not be ignored in conjunction with a naïveté worthy of a child: two unlikely endowments that logically would not work well together, or so she would have thought before meeting this little creature. This is essentially what kept her lingering; feeling slightly empowered by the idea that no matter how high of a rank the pack wolf held, it had absolutely no impact on the cult heir. “Your children. What poor excuse of a pack allows one of their heavily pregnant females to traipse so closely to unclaimed lands?” she mused, keeping her gaze on the cherry-colored irises before her.
“If a male's thoughts wander while having relations with his lover and he thinks of another female, his unborn children are fair game to the lilin," she recited expertly, depicting the archaic history of Samael and Lilith. With a smile neither sinister nor affable, Haku Soul’s daughter finally introduced herself as part of the omen. ”I’m Lilin.”
Image courtesy of jeremy vandel; table by the Mentors!
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