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Lilin Soulstorm · 12-04-2011, 12:44 AM

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private for libri. north west of pictou falls. she's maybe a 5-10 min walk from there. EDIT: SERIOUSLY. THIS KETCHUP BOTTLE AVATAR LOOKS RETARDED.

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The fine line between lunacy and wisdom was, as the two-toned juvenile seemed to be finding out, thinner than what she’d expected. What if all great beings were truly nothing but living examples of insanity in all its glory? Once an immaculate jewel: untarnished and divine, Lillith Stormbringer had fallen from her self-proclaimed throne as Azathoth’s sole survivor, the cult’s last doctrinaire. Caught in her involuntary demise was her very own daughter of nearly two, left to follow in a path predestined by a woman deemed, more often than not, completely mad. The Mother’s teachings had been brief yet thorough, ingraining the cardinal points of survival in the mind of her progeny: manipulation, trickery, egoism and callousness. Lilin Soulstorm was the sum of an intricate combination, bound by blood to a dam and sire nothing short of insane. Hereditary or not, psychosis was a potent hazard: a ticking time bomb waiting to explode at any given moment.

Brought up in a world where inflicting pain was considered fulfilling one’s destiny in the eyes of a higher being, Lilin’s principles were close to inexistent. She had witnessed The Feeding: the ultimate sacrifice, her mother’s gruesome way of atonement. Newborn puppies, all under twenty days of age, became victim to brazen jaws. And amidst the brutality, hushed prayers were recited to please The Almighty. Purification, she’d been taught, did not come without sacrifice. Their rituals were incognito, meant for Azathoth descendents only. For all the madness that lurked within her, Lillith possessed enough brilliance to keep her practices away from prying eyes; not that inquiries were ever much of a problem. Born into a pack consisting of predominantly indifferent males, amicable bonds had never materialized. To this day, Lilin was still unaware of how her dam, heavily pregnant at the time, had managed to earn a place amongst them. But she never questioned. There was nothing to question. Her mother would leave in the middle of the night to spend time with them exclusively, “grown-ups only” as she’d once explained.

Until one day, the madwoman never came back from her midnight stroll. Lilin waited hours on end, impatiently awaiting the Stormbringer's familiar onyx silhouette to materialize in the vicinity. The moment never came and the oh-so comforting scent became scarcer with every moment passing by. With Lillith’s departure, food and privileges vanished also. No straight answer had been provided by her pack mates and it was then that Lilin understood: this was the end of life as she knew it, the end of chapter one. She marched across terrains never before seen, vaguely following the outskirts of the big blue sea. It felt like she’d traveled a million miles before reaching the mountain looming in the distance. She knew, either from stories or her dam’s sleep-induced blabber, that part of her heritage lay hidden beyond that specific landmark.

She’d stolen enough dried food from former pack mates to last a while, preying on creatures young or injured along the way for good measures. But sooner than later, supplies ran low and hunger began ripping through her stomach. While she’d made a point to shun any canine encounters up until she could reach a destination she deemed safe, her insides churned with the need for nourishment. She’d gone around the rocky obstacle, preferring to avoid unnecessary physical strain and was now faced with a new threat. The pungent waft of concentrated civilisation was bittersweet. The young female could no longer avoid it, not while she couldn’t support herself. And for the first time in her life, she felt sincere curiosity. Was this where her ancestors had once lived? Both ears stood alert as the sound of trickling water made its way towards her, coaxing the Soulstorm daughter in its direction.

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