05-29-2009, 10:16 AM
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She’d never heard of a group named Dahlia de Mai before, and she had very little desire to learn more about them. Packs were trouble; their hierarchy was simply barbaric. The madwoman had only bowed down to one man in her lifetime, and he was gone. It would not happen again. Haku Soul was her companion, not her superior. They stood on equal grounds; he possessed valuable assets, unique qualities. Lillith was untamable, and so was he. Four years had passed, and their infatuation for each other had grown exponentially. She would redeem his soul and save him from the darkness. He, on the other hand, would help her achieve supremacy.
Azathoth had fallen because the visionary’s plan had been to rid the world of sinners. The ashen femme had a different alternative in mind; one that would make her succeed where Thavardo had failed. Beasts would become allies, starting with her bloodstained beau. No complaints were made pertaining to the weight on her shoulders. It was nothing compared to what she’d previously endured. Lillith had chosen to support him on his trek back to Dahlia de Mai; the decision had come from her, and her only.
They stopped walking, and her malachite orbs quickly darted to the gash on his neck. Although his blood had coagulated, stitches were still needed. She could only hope this meeting would be brief. Her eyes were unaccustomed to the sunlight, as daylight hours were normally spent in a deep slumber. It made her uncomfortable, and the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other demonstrated her escalating annoyance. The wait was worth it though, if it meant pleasing her blue-eyed beast.
She’d never heard of a group named Dahlia de Mai before, and she had very little desire to learn more about them. Packs were trouble; their hierarchy was simply barbaric. The madwoman had only bowed down to one man in her lifetime, and he was gone. It would not happen again. Haku Soul was her companion, not her superior. They stood on equal grounds; he possessed valuable assets, unique qualities. Lillith was untamable, and so was he. Four years had passed, and their infatuation for each other had grown exponentially. She would redeem his soul and save him from the darkness. He, on the other hand, would help her achieve supremacy.
Azathoth had fallen because the visionary’s plan had been to rid the world of sinners. The ashen femme had a different alternative in mind; one that would make her succeed where Thavardo had failed. Beasts would become allies, starting with her bloodstained beau. No complaints were made pertaining to the weight on her shoulders. It was nothing compared to what she’d previously endured. Lillith had chosen to support him on his trek back to Dahlia de Mai; the decision had come from her, and her only.
They stopped walking, and her malachite orbs quickly darted to the gash on his neck. Although his blood had coagulated, stitches were still needed. She could only hope this meeting would be brief. Her eyes were unaccustomed to the sunlight, as daylight hours were normally spent in a deep slumber. It made her uncomfortable, and the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other demonstrated her escalating annoyance. The wait was worth it though, if it meant pleasing her blue-eyed beast.