She found that reveled the night; the cool smells, the dark shadows, the stars high above, and the moon. These were her companions in this moment, and it was worlds better than being below in the musky, dusty caves of Anathema. Tonight, she found herself adorning the precipice of a rocky mound, basking in the moonlight. She had her eyes half lidded and her face pointed to the sky. She felt… alive.

It had been nearly a week since she had murdered the fox, watch as its simple life drained from its eyes. It was if she could still taste its sweet, metallic blood on her tongue. She had felt so good then, so dangerous and feral and empowered. She had begun to obsess over it, and to satiate her bloodlust she had killed many small creatures since returning to Anathema. It seemed that now there was not a bat, not a mouse that could escape her teeth. Even now, nestled in the space between her front paws was the corpse of a rabbit, half-eaten and bloody. Lillith knew that what it was like to murder now, and she wanted more.

Then, in the distance, a sound. One of the pup’s tufted ears flicked towards the sound, and she turned her ruby head away from the sky and opened hazel eyes to look in the direction of the caverns. A wolf exited, a tattooed wolf. He was white, but the markings on his body were an inky black; how curious. But then, following behind him, like a dark ghost; a large cat. Lillith’s eyes widened and ears stood fully erect as she watched for a moment; they were moving towards her, but she was so still that it seemed as if she were just a ruddy part of the rock. But as they neared, she stood, her young and just beginning to develop female form silhouetted against the moonlit sky, There is a shadow beast following you. She said softly.

The male looked up at her with eyes that glowed eerily in the moon-light, and she lowered her head to look at him more clearly. He seemed confused, but then realized she was talking about the cat, who had a name apparently. Lokni. Lillith watched, completely enamored as the shadow cat stepped forward and spoke. Her ears perked up at this and eyes widened; she had never heard a more eloquent cat before, and there was something about this one that was very ethereal. He had made a statement about her, that she smelled of blood, and her tail began wagging, You're smelling my kill, she turned her head slightly to look at the eviscerated rabbit, Did you know that rabbits scream when they die? It's a beautiful sound. She smiled then.

Lillith bounded down from the rock to come up to the duo; she looked up at Ahiga curiously, running her multi-colored eyes over the swirls and twists of his tattoos, I like the way you've marked yourself, white wolf. She continued to wag her crimson tail behind her like a flag, What is their meaning?

Then, she turned to look at Lokni, but said nothing to him, instead, just stared. He had no scent, and seemed to be made completely out of aura, the flow of which seemed to intermingle with the white male's. This was not a tangible creature, but a spirit of some kind. Lillith was impressed, she had never seen one so fully formed, just shadows on her walls.

Though his answer was somewhat awkward, Lillith didn't pick up on it and giggled at his response. Indeed, most things did screamed when they were killed and she wanted to hear what cries other animals let out. Lillith came closer to him then, but kept the shadow cat in her peripheral vision; she still could not quite comprehend what she was really seeing.

The white, marked male explained that his tattoos meant different things, and Lillith decided she really liked that. Things were too complicated when someone chose to make themselves specifically, she liked things to be random, I think they're really pretty, She said, looking up at him with gleaming Hazel eyes, I'm Lillith by the way. She added on. The girl suddenly found herself quite taken with the male, though she was not quite sure why; she thought it might have something to do with his mysterious companion.

Suddenly, Lillith found herself wanting; why was she not old enough to shift yet? Why was her body still that of an adolescent? If she was more grown, perhaps this male might find her a little more interesting. Lillith had seen the way her father looked at her mother, and it angered her greatly that she could not compete with that. But perhaps, she could compete for this male.

The girl then puffed out the dark fur of her chest a bit, and tried to stand in such a way to accentuate her subtle, nearly unnoticeable curves. She tried to do this slyly though, she didn't want to come off as a strumpet. Oh but how she wished she could shift, she imagined herself with the curves of her mother's body. Oh if only.