her house sinks down to death and her course leads to the shades,
It was all too pleasant to leave Iromar for the day; despite her appreciation of both Ishtar and Andras, she was finding more and more of the pack to be agitating. They were astonishingly disrespectful of those that outranked them and seemingly more and more undesirables were showing - Iromar was a pack, yes, but first and foremost they were designated ground for those that had sworn to exterminate the Angels. Was that such a difficult concept for others to grasp, including the petulant children that had spawned from Ishtar? It made her sick at times to imagine they had come from Baphomet, what with their never ending insistence of bringing home weak females or, worst, Diveen wolves. She'd already sworn to begin further reinstating her rank, demanding the respect she so deserved, and though she was unsure of the current treaty situation, she figured the best way of doing so would be to show them what being one of them was about. The Angels, she thought, could not possibly hide behind Diveen and only such - there would surely be others, she figured, that she would uncover and take. Already she had begun to find more and more of those that mirrored her own lust for lupine flesh, hoping to pull them into Iromar to aid her in reclaiming their culture. It was a start, she figured. It would hopefully be the start of making Iromar strong once more.
She had taken off towards Diveen for the most part, adamant that if she were to find a trace of her desired flesh, she would find it bordering the pack. She moved with her returned grace, the fasting and feasting that had followed Elesor's birth and naming had done her favors; now, her body had greedily absorbed as much of her meals as possible, giving her additional muscle come the brink of summer. She felt better than ever - she moved, too, better than ever with her tail arched over her spine to dictate rank even in the free lands. She was not simply the Stygian of Iromar but the Stygian of Moladion, or she would be soon enough at least.
There was, however, a scent that seemed so distantly familiar, one that called to her in an unusual way - it smelt so faintly of their homelands, what many of them had grown to call Hell. Such a scent had not been found by her since their arrival, since the original group had split up to scout the land - most of it had been buried beneath Iromar, and for that reason, she immediately began to follow the feminine scent. Her posture remained the same, domineering and proud, as she marched along the crater, those sickly yellow eyes staring out from the blackness of her fur. Though she was not marked so clearly as many of her kin - a single smudge of crimson between her eyes - her posture, the very air around her, spoke novels of who, of what, she was. The arrival of these others, though, was baffling and she could not help but smile darkly to herself, entertained by the possibilities of why they might have come. Surely news of Baphomet had spread further and further from Moladion, and she wondered if Rogue's abandonment had too. Oh, what had they said of the original group? Undoubtedly negative things, slanderous words, but she would amend that - she would prove to the Elders that above all others, Lillith had not changed.
When she finally tracked the scent to its root, she was met with the sight of two of her own kind - a male and the very female she had been tracking. For a moment, she paused if only to inspect them briefly before she slid forward, meeting both their gazes in silence. Silence, after all, dictated rank and she had heard the female speak just prior, a suggestion of a meal or something alike. She kept a relative distance from the pair, particularly from the male who clasp the hare, and she remained in said silence till he spoke. As her own kind, judged by the marks, they would surely understand what she implied, though truly she was not in the moon for conflict - she was glad to see fresh blood, hopeful even. Perhaps her silence, her dictation of unspoken rank, was a subconscious test - would they prove true to their original cause? Or would they be thrown into the same abyss that Dante, that Saqr, had begun to fall into?
"Three would bring down something so much more delicious."
She would finally speak after the male, an almost playful grin breaking over her features. She had played such a game with Eclipse so long ago and a great part of her hoped to play the same game with her two new finds - the game of the hunt, and was there no better game to hunt then the apex predator of Moladion?
all who go to her cannot return and find again the paths of life |
