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p - jael (:
The skies were burning with the setting sun, encompassing the entire beach area with its tangerine glow; a slice of paradise amidst the realm of mortals. The atmosphere was humid yet thoroughly enjoyable. Drifter Bay was a blend of sights, charm, and serenity: a gateway to relaxation. In the middle of it all sat Lillith Stormbringer, a forlorn figure amongst acres of sandy dunes. Eyes of aquamarine were riveted to the sea and the faraway horizon, lost in a world of immorality. Her recent encounter with Ahren’s ghost had left her with a sour taste. Perhaps the idea of conversing with a dead man was a little crazy, but it was the truth. Their get-together had left a fresh cut across her cheek, which was all the proof she needed to believe it had really happened.
A salty breeze swept across the deserted shoreline, ruffling through her unkempt hair. The oceanic roar was drowned out by the thunderous pounding in her temples, and the thousand screams in the back of her mind. She could hear them again; the voices, too many of them at the same time. A lizard crept by, minding its own business by simply heading north. Its trek, however, was interrupted by an ebony hand reaching out to seize its reptilian body. Delicate fingers wrapped around the creature, bringing it closer to her face for a thorough examination. Their eyes met briefly, a teal versus black stare down, until Lillith began applying pressure around its neck.
She wondered what it felt like, suffocating until breath no longer found its way to your lungs. The reptile’s eyes grew wider with the escalating amount of pressure and for a moment, the madwoman taught they were just going to pop out of their socket. This lizard obviously wasn’t a chameleon, because it sure as hell wasn’t changing colors with the lack of oxygen. It barely moved; no debating whatsoever. A boring victim indeed, one who did not deserve to live.
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When he killed as of late it had become no longer for the flesh to sustain his body, but for the blood that he so strongly desired. This peculiar desire had grown stronger and stronger the older he got, until thoughts of truly eating honestly nauseated the boy. He was thinner than he should be, and smaller than his age warranted, but Jael longed for only one thing when he killed and it burned through him like a lust he shouldn't know, feverish and bright.
A tawny rabbit hanging limp from his jaws, Jael laid the corpse between his paws and licked at the gaping wound in it's neck. His body craved something more than hare's blood, and he chewed apathetically at the creature's shoulder, not wishing for that either. Frustration began to grow as he lay there, gaze turning toward the blood-hued sea. Was he sick? Would he die? His stomach turned in response and he rose angrily, kicking out at his prey and spraying sand across the beach. Fangs bared and hair bristling, another's presence entered his awareness.
Dull snarl dying on his lips, Jael thrust his muzzle into the salt-soaked air to find the being he sensed. Faint smell drifted again toward him as the breeze shifted and the pale boy leapt over a pile of driftwood. Nails biting into the wood for leverage, he halted in his tracks as soon as he landed, paws sinking slightly into the soft sand. Awkwardness around others momentarily raised it's head, reminding him of the hated life he'd lead thus far, but he bit it back like bile, watching as the dark woman squeezed the life from a small lizard.
Amusement and intrigue now consumed his emotions and he took a few steps toward the she-wolf, laying down in the sand and resting his chin on his paws. Cocking his head like the puppy he was and regarding the woman with curiosity, Jael said, "Now what did that lizard ever do to you? Or is asphyxiating small animals simply a popular pastime of yours?" He highly doubted she had honestly been offended by the reptile, and leaned further toward the latter in his beliefs. [/html]
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I'm terrible for making you wait so long. Forgive me darlin'
Lillith hadn’t picked up his scent until the very last minute, seeing as she’d been too caught up in her act of torture to pay any attention to her surroundings. Before she could fully apprehend the situation, a youngster materialized out of nowhere. The madwoman threw him a side-glance as he shamelessly took possession of the free space beside her; the nonchalance behind his actions raising many questions. She remained quiet for a few moments, having mixed feelings about the sudden intrusion. Inferni’s smell clung to him, although it was faint and not fully impregnated in his alabaster coat yet. His appearance was a quite onorthodox; never had she seen white-pelted hybrids before.
Greened aquamarine orbs returned to the now squirming lizard in her hand as the adolescent’s question infiltrated her receivers. She had loosened her grip ever so slightly, air seemingly had found its way back to the creature’s lungs. “A pastime amongst many others,” she finally countered, once again tightening her grip around the reptile’s already aching body. A smile pierced through her stoic expression when a crimson color infiltrated her victim’s peepers. Where the blood came from, she did not know. But it was a beautiful sight indeed. She could feel its tiny bones crushing under pressure.
The youngster’s presence did not faze her. He obviously wasn’t bothered by her behavior; she could tell from the mirthful look in his eyes. Movement within her grasp finally subsided and the lizard’s body went limp. Her lower lip instantly curled into a pout, feigning grief over the (expected) turn of events. “How sad,” she whispered, allowing a pained hiccup to pass her lips. Something wasn’t quite right about the ashen femme; her emotional instability was only the tip of the iceberg.
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[html] <3 (301) Perhaps she'd snarl and chase him away with snapping fangs. Maybe she'd tear him apart for intruding on her solitude, indications of violence already shown in the torment of the small creature within her fingers. Or maybe she'd barely regard him, attention taken as she squeezed the little reptile further, replying in an off-hand manner. He was intrigued by the stranger's bizarre manner, drawn like a moth to flame to bloodshed and violence. Jael himself preferred not to kill for no reason, but he had lived a life far from sheltered and was attracted to what he knew. Vitium had attempted to turn him into a blind, foolish killing machine, setting his fangs into others for no reason other than their breed, but Jael knew better than to act so ignorantly. This girl was a wolf, just as much as he was, and the boy felt no need to act aggressively toward her. He was a hybrid, but barely after all--more wolf than anything else and it showed in his snowy coat and build. The lizard died within her grasp, blood filling its eyes as its innards were crushed between iron-like fingers. As the spark faded from it's beady vision sadness seemed to fill the woman, as though sorry she'd murdered her little plaything. Had he not thought better, Jael may of believed she was honestly sorry about the death of the tiny thing. But her strangeness only drew his interest more and the boy continued to watch her. "That does tend to happen when you play too roughly with your toys," he said in his soft voice, gaze shifted from the limp animal to the girl's dark features. "They break." Faintest smirk graced his lips as he continued, "Maybe next time you should play with something a little more withstanding."[/html]
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Despite her questionable upbringing and the conditions under which she’d lost her mother and Azathoth, Lillith wasn’t the type to willingly get involved in physical altercations. Not when losing was a possibility. And in this particular case, although the hybrid was considerably younger than she was, there was no telling what he was capable of. She also appreciated Inferni as a whole. The Aquila had shown her nothing but hospitality, hence why she chose to converse with the youngster instead of simply walking away like she would’ve done under normal circumstances.
The lizard slipped out of her loose grip, hitting the sand with a dull thump. As the male provided an explanation, delicate fingers gingerly stroked the creature’s now lifeless carcass, treating it like a domestic pet of some sort. What appeared to be sorrow seeped through her every pore as she carefully buried the recently deceased reptile in a pile of warm sand; a last minute funeral. Both of her receivers stood upright when the hybrid voiced a rather enlightening suggestion. Aquamarine orbs swiftly darted to the left, her full attention focused on his two-toned gaze. He intrigued her; his voice was soft, comforting. Lillith couldn’t help but watch him, her solemn expression replaced with apparent interest. “Like what?” she challenged, her tone of voice just as soft as the one he’d used.
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For someone who'd just killed the little lizard herself the girl was showing an uncharacteristic tenderness and affection for the thing, stroking it gently as one would a child. A short, unceremonious burial, burying it's tiny body in the warm sand and expressing proper remorse upon her features. How strange, she'd chosen to murder the thing herself, and then seem so torn by it's little reptilian death. As though she was a masochist of sorts as well as a sadist, enjoying the pleasure of bringing herself pain through the inflicted pain of others. He didn't understand her reasoning, but he knew madness and this woman was obviously mad in her own way. But anything could be considered madness in the eyes of others--even a wolf that lived amongst coyotes that would gladly tear him apart for no good reason other than his breed. He grinned softly at her response, again splaying his toes to allow warm sand between them and enjoying the comforting feeling.
"I've heard wolves are always fun and quite durable," he replied in an off-hand manner, looking toward the crimson and gold sunset as the earth again took claim over the sun as it did at the closing of each and every day. Jael knew he was talking to a wolf, and was a wolf himself just as well. But she could take his words in any manner she so chose, which was why he had presented the statement in the first place. He was residing in Inferni, a clan infamous for killing and playing in the blood of wolves, and so why shouldn't such perceived stereotypes and teachings not have rubbed off on the wolfish hybrid that resided there? Or perhaps it was simply a comment directed at the madness he sensed within the woman. Save their souls, but only after bringing them to the brink of death through sheer, pleasurable torture. She'd weep and cry every minute of it, enjoying and savoring each second as she did so, and then weeping when they finally broke like little porcelain dolls. |
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Ebony hands never stopped moving. Lillith would grab a handful of sand only to let it trickle through her fingers, and then she’d repeat the process over and over again. Every so often, she’d change her mind and absent-mindedly carve shapes and symbols on the beach. Most hieroglyphics stemmed from her dreams; she did not understand them and never would, for they were the product of a possessed mind. Her thoughts were someone else’s property. At times, even her voice sounded different; much deeper than her own, paired with an indescribable echo. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was all part of her imagination. Many accused her of being insane and in return, she silently cursed them.
His reply was an affirmation she’d heard one too many times. She was unfazed by the sudden turn in conversation and merely shrugged, mirroring his nonchalance. “Really?” she said, pivoting her body in order to face him properly. While his gaze was riveted to the sunset, hers took in every aspect of his body; especially the features that made him seem more wolf than coyote. Smiling almost sheepishly, Lillith continued with a second question. “And hybrids? What about them?” Her statement had been purely out of curiosity and was in no way meant was a threat. It was her turn to test the waters, to evaluate his personality.
He’d done a good job keeping her entertained thus far. The ashen femme found herself wanting to know more about him; most particularly his identity. “What’s your name?” It shouldn’t have mattered what his name was and yet, here she was, asking for it.
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[html] Either he was imagining it, or the she-wolf could not sit still for a moment. Constantly shifting, whether playing with the sand through her fingers or scratching strange symbols into the dirt, she never remained in the same place long. By now vision had moved away from the sunset and regarded the wolf sideways, watching her every move curiously. "Hmm, I don't know," he replied lightly, as though honestly contemplating the question. "I'm surrounded by hybrids all the time, but I don't think they play with each other too often—pack manners and all that. I bet they're fun, though," Jael continued, fangs bared in a vicious smile. "The best of both worlds, after all." He was honestly playing around now, for Jael was far from a murderer, reveling in the torment of others.
It was the exact inverse of his personality, longing for the instinctual, ingrained hatred to subside and the ignorance to be replaced by tolerance. Wolves and coyotes were practically the same and hybrids the proof, for if they weren't meant to breed they would be incapable. Coyotes were simply a variation in his eyes, like the different species of dogs that walked the earth looking more and more bizarre the more humans had modified them and played with their DNA. "Jael," he replied with his title, now that she'd asked. "You?" the hybrid inquired, equally curious by now to learn the calling of the mad-woman. |
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There was an expression of stern surprise in her eyes. A breath was drawn through slightly parted lips, only to escape her nostrils in a slow, steady exhale. His words were far from serious, this she knew. But the madwoman couldn’t help but perceive a double-meaning behind them, most particularly where it was implied that hybrids were fun to play with. He was a hybrid, and she liked to play. Although there was a possibility he hadn’t meant it that way, Lillith found his statement intriguing, dangerously so. Aquamarine orbs did not leave his eyes of gold as her ebony lips curled into a grin all too similar to his. “Do I look fun to play with?” she questioned, a simplistic curiosity reverberating in her tone of voice.
His forename finally rolled off his tongue, but it was his surname she truly wanted; a family to associate him with. But Jael would do for now. She nodded once, as if approving his given name, before gracing him with her own. “Lillith,” she revealed quietly, avoiding the Stormbringer family name as always. She’d never met her sire; associating herself with him was pointless and unnecessary. Lillith’s gaze remained glued to the younger male's, somewhat hoping her name would ring a bell. Perhaps Gabriel had mentioned her in passing, although she highly doubted it.
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“Probably,” he replied, dark lips parted in a smile. “But I don’t really get out and play with others much,” he continued, at least partially honest now. ‘Playing’ in the manner this conversation was suggesting wasn’t something Jael was accustomed to, and he let it be known unabashedly. He wasn’t a cruel beast, and he was still young and unworldly. She offered her name in response, but Jael had never heard of the woman. Her name rung no bells, if he’d even heard of her in passing. His claws buried themselves in the sand, splaying silently as he watched her.
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