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Lillith gone done killed a trespasser || +234.

It had been a long time since Lillith had killed, but now she stood blood stained on the shores of Salsola. Her tall, lithe frame stood above the body of a lone dog, its blood dripping from her claws and mouth. She stood stoically; the complete madness of murder gone from her as she stared out across the dark blue ocean. The sun was high in the sky, beating down upon her even though the day was cool.

A pink tongue darted out to lick the dark, sticky liquid from her maw before her spindly form bent down to inspect the individual she had killed; there was nothing special about the female; her coat was ratty and gray and not even worth skinning for a coat, but Lillith supposed her meat would be nourishing. Many would think her a monster; a cannibal; and perhaps that all was true. But the dark lady was being true to her nature, one way or another, and it better yet be a lone dog than a member of her own pack.

Long, sharp claws worked into the still warm flesh of the deceased, picking out pieces of sweet meat for the woman to chew and suck on. All the while she stared out to the ocean, feeling a sense of calm brought on by the rhythm of the waves. She liked it here; she never wanted to leave.



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+3 lol Lillith is the third Salsola member that is a cannibal. I love it.

If one believed in destiny, it was easy to succumb to the notion that people were born certain ways. Salvia, caught in the squirrel-cage of self, often wondered at the mysteries of the universe and as to whether or not she could consider her beliefs to be spiritual in discourse. She certainly did not believe in the gods enough to bow to them, but she had always attributed certain things to them and made them, in this way, tangible.

Of all the gods, Death was the oldest and only one that she knew to be absolute truth. All things had to die. Death was what created life, for did they not feast upon the dead? Did they not spill life-blood to the profit of good summer, when food was fast and healthy and hunting lean? She considered all these things as she went about her ways.

There was an ache on her forearm, bandaged as it was. The mark was still fresh and still stung, but she felt it had been time. No longer was she the faceless beast for Sirius to send out; she was Salsola to those who came to know the name of the place and live. She was Boss, Lord, Queen; she was mighty and her home would become mighty again, under wiser hands and more dedicated rule.

She kept to her Optime form, but traveled on four legs. It was not so strange—she moved as her nickname so suggested, like a great Tigress. Only the arrival of Abendrot pulled her from her travel, and he brought word most curious.

So Salvia trailed back to the source and sent the lynx to hide and observe. She did no such thing, instead slipping from betwixt fast-growing thistle in order to approach Lillith directly. There was no mistaking what she was doing, especially for someone like Salvia.

“You should be careful,” the blonde woman said, and stalked effortlessly closer. Her body was muscular and lean, and her long hair pulled up, pinned with sticks in careful conformations, bone in other places. Though her voice was curiously neutral, a peculiar light gleamed in her eyes. “Unclean spirits live in the belly.” Was that her mother’s teaching or another’s? Salvia no longer recalled.

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I'll try not to be as craptacular with replying on this one as I was on the last one with you XD || +248.

There was something carnally satisfying about digging around in the flesh of another. Lillith was already well versed in anatomy, having had removed countless organs and bones as to fill the emptiness with straw and sand. Sometimes, she would throw these remains to the fish or birds, and sometimes, rarely, she would eat them. Now she sat beside the corpse of the dog just nibbling; she wasn't really hungy, but sticking the small tid-bits of meat into her mouth was comforting in some strange way.

The sound of another approaching cause Lillith to raise her glazed eyes from the ocean, and who would be coming near her but Salvia. Her ears flattened, but other than that she made no movement, just watched as the Boss drew near. Was she to be punished for killing in such a way? But Salvia did not look angry, instead donning the neutral expression that many of the higher ranking members kept, and one that brought calm to the dark lady.

The queen stopped just beside her and cautioned against ill-spirits in the belly. Lillith could not help but to raise her ears slightly at the sentiment; did she mean inside Lillith's belly, or inside the belly of the dog? Lillith licked her blood stained maw again before replying, Unclean or not, my spirits are my own. As for this bitch... she probably nothing more than a vessel for dark spirits. Pointless life is barely life at all. She murmered, almost to herself.


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There was a fixation within her for the consumption of flesh. She devoured all around her, hungry with needs she did not understand. Did consuming a dead man truly give her his strength, his power? Salvia did not know, but she did not think it ill to trust in such a thing. Faith was instinctual, and spirituality and religion only cultivated lies to encourage such trust in the unseen.

Salvia did not need faith, for in its place she had put ego.

The red woman was strange to her yet. Did she know as to the purpose of what she did? Had she killed for hunger or pleasure? There was not much to boast about; this was a skinny thing, a womanly thing. Salvia’s green eyes traced the pattern of blood on Lillith’s face, and how it so nearly blended the white maw with that darker, unfamiliar red. Rowan had red fur, but since her death, Salvia had seen no such color.

“Is that why you killed her?” Salvia asked, genuinely curious.

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I suck. || +000.

Salvia seemed intrigued by Lillith, and asked a question about if Lillith’s previous statement had been the revelation of the point of the death. But it hadn’t been for that; Lillith didn’t often go out looking to rid the world of soulless ones. Occasionally, if she had the urge to kill, she might do such a thing, but that had not been the case in this instance.

No, she said quietly, Not quite sure why I decided to end this one. Perhaps the ancient beast in me needed to be satiated. Lillith fancied herself an enlightened creature, an evolution beyond her base canine form. She was a Luperci, gifted with insight and reason, but she still had teeth to tear and claws to eviscerate. When she had come up upon the dog, she had just killed without rhyme or reason. She was not hungry, she had not felt some spiritual need to snuff it out, she was not too seriously concerned with it having trespassed. But still, she had killed, torn veins from muscle until the life-light had faded from the dog’s eyes. It had been a hot rage that had burned out quickly; sadly for Lillith, too quickly still.



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Without reason, the death held no purpose. Salvia watched the long-limbed woman, studying her bone structure, the way she moved. What had shaped her, she wondered. Something twisted, like a vine climbing up a tree—that was where Lillith had come from. She did not belong in the dark, Salvia thought, even though it had shaped her well.

“Dispose of the body properly,” Salvia ordered, but did not share anything more than this. She would not stand to see corpses scattered on Salsola’s borders. The illusion of their pack was one that did not need such gruesome ends as Inferni. Close, but not on; because scents could vanish and rumors spread like weeds. Salsola, where travelers met their end. Salsola, where wild-women alone ruled and where wars had been fought and conquered.

Salvia slid back into the underbrush, golden-blonde against green, and was gone.

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