06-30-2009, 01:08 PM
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Tainted blood raced like fire through her veins; her mind replaying the previous night’s glorious events over and over again. The madwoman felt empowered, in complete control of her abilities. It was wonderful; knowing she had the power to take life away. She had every right to do so too, seeing as it was her job to rid the world of evildoers. Ahren had come to her in a dream, to entrust her with a very specific task. She remembered it perfectly; “the blood of the wicked must be spilled” were his orders. She still bore a faint cut across cheek, the only substantial proof she had of their ethereal encounter.
A spiked collar hung loosely from her jaw, tarnished with crimson and partly consumed by the color of death. Flames had ravaged a good part of it, wafts of gasoline still radiated from the object. It had once belonged to someone else, whom until yesterday, had still been in possession of the attire. Now it was hers; the perfect souvenir. Thavardo would’ve been proud of her, she knew. The sinewy smell of eucalyptus still clung to her pelt, luckily overshadowing her natural scent. Her victim’s allies, if he had any, would have a hard time finding her now. She’d already left the crime scene, parting ways with her blue-eyed beau out of precaution.
Haku Soul had taken the male’s tail, one more trophy for his collection. She, on the other hand, preferred non-decayable objects. Halting before a weeping willow, Lillith gingerly tested the soil’s humidity by applying pressure with her paw. A well-defined print was formed, revealing how malleable the land was. Setting the collar aside, the Stormbringer femme began scraping from front to back, consequently digging a small-sized hole in the ground. Her job completed, Lillith merely pushed the evidence inside the burrow.
As she finished reapplying dirt onto her prize, faint noise to the left caught her attention. Her neck twisted in that direction, aquamarine orbs scanning the vicinity in order to catch a glimpse of the wandering silhouette. She didn’t move immediately, somewhat hoping to see the Lilium emerge from the darkness.
A spiked collar hung loosely from her jaw, tarnished with crimson and partly consumed by the color of death. Flames had ravaged a good part of it, wafts of gasoline still radiated from the object. It had once belonged to someone else, whom until yesterday, had still been in possession of the attire. Now it was hers; the perfect souvenir. Thavardo would’ve been proud of her, she knew. The sinewy smell of eucalyptus still clung to her pelt, luckily overshadowing her natural scent. Her victim’s allies, if he had any, would have a hard time finding her now. She’d already left the crime scene, parting ways with her blue-eyed beau out of precaution.
Haku Soul had taken the male’s tail, one more trophy for his collection. She, on the other hand, preferred non-decayable objects. Halting before a weeping willow, Lillith gingerly tested the soil’s humidity by applying pressure with her paw. A well-defined print was formed, revealing how malleable the land was. Setting the collar aside, the Stormbringer femme began scraping from front to back, consequently digging a small-sized hole in the ground. Her job completed, Lillith merely pushed the evidence inside the burrow.
As she finished reapplying dirt onto her prize, faint noise to the left caught her attention. Her neck twisted in that direction, aquamarine orbs scanning the vicinity in order to catch a glimpse of the wandering silhouette. She didn’t move immediately, somewhat hoping to see the Lilium emerge from the darkness.