08-03-2009, 01:26 PM
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Slight PP on my part, also. D:
Apt fingers ran through his coat of chocolate, expertly tainting every single hair on their passage. Although she’d never felt the need to disguise herself in such a way, she understood why the Lilium had to do so. His co-leaders were a threat to their union, especially that righteous warrior. One slip up would inevitably end his reign over Dahlia de Mai. The madwoman did not wish to see his downfall, for she understood the importance of having a partner in a position of power. It gave her partial immunity against his followers. So she’d come up with a way to mask his appearance should anyone ever recognize him. Coal was the substance they’d used to achieve this deed; it was easy enough to manipulate and it clung to his fur like glue. Lillith couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be able to rid his fur of the color-altering matter before one of his pack mates caught him sporting a whole new look.
Lillith almost allowed a smile to cross her face as she imagined the perplexed look on their faces, and the explanation her companion would surely have to come up with. Before she knew it, Haku Soul’s natural browns had been suppressed by the color of dusk. The ashen femme had some doubts as to the efficacy of their method but made no mention of it for the time being. It was an adequate disguise, of course. But it took a while to achieve impeccable results. Night was almost over, and soon enough, Lillith would return to the dark cellar she’d claimed as her home. Her beau was already outside, but for what reason? A subtle frown creased her features ever so slightly and she followed suit.
A comfortable silenced reigned between the two of them. Lillith did not question his actions; this was a sign of respect, one that he too displayed when it was her calling the shots. Wherever he was going, she would follow. That is, until the sun’s vibrant light became too much of a problem. Minutes passed, and a flicker of red and blue materialized from a distance. At first, Lillith did not react. Frequent hallucinations often left her skeptical of things she saw. But those bi-colored dots did not leave, no matter how hard she tried to blink them away. “Haku,” she whispered, adopting a slower pace. The madwoman did not say anything else, but her gaze remained on the incoming target.
Apt fingers ran through his coat of chocolate, expertly tainting every single hair on their passage. Although she’d never felt the need to disguise herself in such a way, she understood why the Lilium had to do so. His co-leaders were a threat to their union, especially that righteous warrior. One slip up would inevitably end his reign over Dahlia de Mai. The madwoman did not wish to see his downfall, for she understood the importance of having a partner in a position of power. It gave her partial immunity against his followers. So she’d come up with a way to mask his appearance should anyone ever recognize him. Coal was the substance they’d used to achieve this deed; it was easy enough to manipulate and it clung to his fur like glue. Lillith couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be able to rid his fur of the color-altering matter before one of his pack mates caught him sporting a whole new look.
Lillith almost allowed a smile to cross her face as she imagined the perplexed look on their faces, and the explanation her companion would surely have to come up with. Before she knew it, Haku Soul’s natural browns had been suppressed by the color of dusk. The ashen femme had some doubts as to the efficacy of their method but made no mention of it for the time being. It was an adequate disguise, of course. But it took a while to achieve impeccable results. Night was almost over, and soon enough, Lillith would return to the dark cellar she’d claimed as her home. Her beau was already outside, but for what reason? A subtle frown creased her features ever so slightly and she followed suit.
A comfortable silenced reigned between the two of them. Lillith did not question his actions; this was a sign of respect, one that he too displayed when it was her calling the shots. Wherever he was going, she would follow. That is, until the sun’s vibrant light became too much of a problem. Minutes passed, and a flicker of red and blue materialized from a distance. At first, Lillith did not react. Frequent hallucinations often left her skeptical of things she saw. But those bi-colored dots did not leave, no matter how hard she tried to blink them away. “Haku,” she whispered, adopting a slower pace. The madwoman did not say anything else, but her gaze remained on the incoming target.