07-10-2009, 11:16 AM
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Cutie, you're too much. <3 You can keep posting novels if you want. I like reading them. 
She should’ve ignored the coyote and simply moved on. But something about her, be it the numerous scars adorning her body or her one-eyed raptorial stare, had piqued her interest. Whoever she was, she’d seen darkness; every single flaw, every imperfection littering her frame had a story to tell. A walking enigma this coy femme was. The main difference between the two women was obvious; Kaena took care of her own problems while Lillith got others to kill for her. Brushing a strand of wet hair out of her face, slightly bothered by the light drizzle, the Stormbringer girl gingerly stepped around her interlocutor and sought refuge on the porch.
Why she decided to stay was a mystery. After all, there had not been the slightest hint of warmth in the older female’s voice; nothing that could’ve been perceived as an invitation. There was a brief moment of silence as Lillith carefully considered the other woman’s affirmation; she was right, death did catch up. How long until it claimed her soul? Such thoughts did not scare her; Ahren often visited her from the underworld, haunting her dreams with bogus prophecies and ideals. She’d join him someday; it was only a matter of time. The sooner the better.
“What do you think comes after death?” she asked suddenly, aquamarine orbs seeking the Infernian’s citrine-colored eyes. The visionary had proclaimed salvation to those deserving of such a thing, her faithful followers. Would Lillith be spared? Her King had died just recently, his body consumed by a holy fire. Where was he now? Although they often met in the realm of unconsciousness, their conversations rarely revolved around the subject. Ebony lips contortioned into a grimace as she reminisced. Oh, Thavardo… beautiful prophet, angel of God.
She should’ve ignored the coyote and simply moved on. But something about her, be it the numerous scars adorning her body or her one-eyed raptorial stare, had piqued her interest. Whoever she was, she’d seen darkness; every single flaw, every imperfection littering her frame had a story to tell. A walking enigma this coy femme was. The main difference between the two women was obvious; Kaena took care of her own problems while Lillith got others to kill for her. Brushing a strand of wet hair out of her face, slightly bothered by the light drizzle, the Stormbringer girl gingerly stepped around her interlocutor and sought refuge on the porch.
Why she decided to stay was a mystery. After all, there had not been the slightest hint of warmth in the older female’s voice; nothing that could’ve been perceived as an invitation. There was a brief moment of silence as Lillith carefully considered the other woman’s affirmation; she was right, death did catch up. How long until it claimed her soul? Such thoughts did not scare her; Ahren often visited her from the underworld, haunting her dreams with bogus prophecies and ideals. She’d join him someday; it was only a matter of time. The sooner the better.
“What do you think comes after death?” she asked suddenly, aquamarine orbs seeking the Infernian’s citrine-colored eyes. The visionary had proclaimed salvation to those deserving of such a thing, her faithful followers. Would Lillith be spared? Her King had died just recently, his body consumed by a holy fire. Where was he now? Although they often met in the realm of unconsciousness, their conversations rarely revolved around the subject. Ebony lips contortioned into a grimace as she reminisced. Oh, Thavardo… beautiful prophet, angel of God.