her house sinks down to death and her course leads to the shades,
Elesor had been growing fast, faster than Lillith had expected and for that, she was glad. Of course, the deficit of her daughter had not gone unnoticed, the blindness that had spread in one of her eyes and she had considered whether such a defect merited death or not. In the end, the child was spared, perhaps for her connection to Andras - after all, Lillith could not afford to upset the male part of her soul. True to her beliefs, however, the pup had been left alone for gradually increasing periods of time, permitted to explore the swamps at her own discretion. If death befell the pup, then it was merely a case of survival of the fittest; Lillith would not fight nature if it meant the betterment of their species. Both Andras and she had survived much worst than what the pack lands had to offer and it was by that logic that she expected her daughter to survive with ease.
As per usual, she had tended briefly to her daughter before taking off into the pack land once more, her duties calling to her. She was glad to have had Ishtar back once more in action and Iromar was gradually luring more and more to not only their pack but to their course - Moladion, it seemed, was waking up. As the Stygian, however, it meant more and more wolves to fend off from her rank, something she was adamant on ensuring nobody took from her - she was the original Stygian, an original follower of both Ishtar and Baphomet and nobody would take that from her, not even her own children. She'd already had to berate the brats of Ishtar for attempting to bring some Diveen wolf into Iromar - apparently their own kind continued to imprint on said beasts. First there had been Hush, a weak little thing who'd not stood a chance against Lillith and then there had been Katsumi or whatever her name had been, a filthy, pregnant creature that decidedly called herself an Angel despite her lack of Marking nor blood. It was only a matter of time before she would have to do so to another wolf, she knew it. Undoubtedly the Cerberus or the Minos, or somebody, would bring back somebody that would agitate not only her but Andras and Ishtar, too.
Maybe she was simply so agitated because she had been kept from finishing off the deed that was Amissus Anima - she'd promised to flay the flesh from his bones and yet she'd been kept from it. It was not simply an itch she could not scratch but rather a hunger she could not satiate. Anybody could scratch an itch but she doubted anybody would quench her hunger as Anima would have.
She'd no sooner taken to the borders, quite content merely jogging about the miles of no man's land. Yes, the agitation that was her own pack bringing in the unworthy had grown too much to risk - it would be best if she greeted the wolves at their door, she figured. It seemed to have been her lucky day, for in the distance she could hear the unmistakable sound of unprepared paws against the soggy landscape, an unusual musk drifting in the mists. She had become accustomed to Iromar's landscape a long time ago, her paws all too used to side stepping and avoiding sink holes and mud, her ears and eyes attuned to the darkened world around them. At night, she blended almost seamlessly into the darkness, nothing but those great, yellow eyes starring out. Now, that was her objective too - she slowed her pace, creeping forward inch by inch as she appraised the male that stood at her borders. She came from his right, her body low and tail arched to its appropriate rank as she issued a low growl in his direction. Pale - he was pale, not one of their own kind at all. Samael had been an exception, one who had been raised as one of them, the same as Chernobyl had been though she dare breed with one of Diveen's own consorts. As far as Lillith was concerned, their culture was disintegrating thanks to wolves like this stranger.
"Your name and business, wolf."
It was no question but a demand, her voice more of a hiss as she spoke through bared teeth. It was then that she revealed herself, her hackles lifted along her spine and lips curled over her teeth. If no others would demand respect in the pack then let her be the first; if he would not give her what she requested, she had no issue chasing him from Iromar. Invited or not, it was not Paldor that the stranger needed to impress.
all who go to her cannot return and find again the paths of life |
