05-03-2009, 12:31 PM
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It was time. Several years had passed, sixty long months since the visionary had fallen: a wise woman by the name of Thavardo, murdered by the hands of an alpha with fiery red eyes. His name was long forgotten, but those blood-colored orbs were engraved in the back of her mind. He had ruthlessly destroyed everything they'd worked for. The devil, that's who he was! He'd taken away the prodigal son, consequently ruining their master plan. The dark age began shortly after (just like the wise woman had predicted): people died, fires burned, diseases resurfaced. Those calamities could've been avoided, if only Azathoth had been able to rid the world of filth.
A vague aura of superiority engulfed her mind and soul. She'd seen the burnt remains of Bleeding Souls and couldn't help but feel satisfaction. It's inhabitants had been punished for their sins. Lillith knew it was only the beginning. What she'd failed to realize until now was that it was her duty to finish what the cult had started. Ahren's too, if he chose to fulfill his role as the chosen one. A part of her hoped he would, but she wasn't foolish enough to believe so. He'd strayed from his duties early on in life, from the moment he first took up residence in Inferni. The Stormbringer femme hadn't seen her former playmate in far too long. She had no idea what he'd become. Her goal was to find out.
The coyote clan had survived the fire. Aquamarine occuli swept over the area, lingering over the sticks and skulls for a brief moment. Not much had changed, it seemed. Wolf and coyote rivalry was still in vigor. Lillith was smart enough not to trespass, judging it wiser to stay on the safe side. The invisible boundaries were respected, but she was still ridiculously close to Inferni territory. Bending the rules had always been her forte. Besides, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Just snooping around.
p - mel
It was time. Several years had passed, sixty long months since the visionary had fallen: a wise woman by the name of Thavardo, murdered by the hands of an alpha with fiery red eyes. His name was long forgotten, but those blood-colored orbs were engraved in the back of her mind. He had ruthlessly destroyed everything they'd worked for. The devil, that's who he was! He'd taken away the prodigal son, consequently ruining their master plan. The dark age began shortly after (just like the wise woman had predicted): people died, fires burned, diseases resurfaced. Those calamities could've been avoided, if only Azathoth had been able to rid the world of filth.
A vague aura of superiority engulfed her mind and soul. She'd seen the burnt remains of Bleeding Souls and couldn't help but feel satisfaction. It's inhabitants had been punished for their sins. Lillith knew it was only the beginning. What she'd failed to realize until now was that it was her duty to finish what the cult had started. Ahren's too, if he chose to fulfill his role as the chosen one. A part of her hoped he would, but she wasn't foolish enough to believe so. He'd strayed from his duties early on in life, from the moment he first took up residence in Inferni. The Stormbringer femme hadn't seen her former playmate in far too long. She had no idea what he'd become. Her goal was to find out.
The coyote clan had survived the fire. Aquamarine occuli swept over the area, lingering over the sticks and skulls for a brief moment. Not much had changed, it seemed. Wolf and coyote rivalry was still in vigor. Lillith was smart enough not to trespass, judging it wiser to stay on the safe side. The invisible boundaries were respected, but she was still ridiculously close to Inferni territory. Bending the rules had always been her forte. Besides, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Just snooping around.