her house sinks down to death and her course leads to the shades,
She remained ever silent as she simply observed, her head tilting from time to time or her ears flickering to catch the sound of their breaths or the creaking of bone beneath teeth. She could not help but be enthused and most curious of her two newest finds; they seemed loyal to their roots, their behavior thick with the culture of their bloodline. She wondered if she had known their family, if they were somehow related as many demons were - she had never sparred with either, did not remember their scents. If only Andras were here, she thought, to see the day more of their kind came to Moladion. She wondered briefly as she watched on if they had been sent out for the same reasons as she had been, as Baphomet had been. Oh, how she hoped so for hunting had become a tedious task without the alliance of others; hunting of angels, in particular, had become almost negligible. If more came, they would soon be able to scrap the alleged treaty with Diveen.
That was a delicious thought.
She remained silent after the male had spoken, her eyes merely narrowing in observation before her lips pulled up into a grin. It was bemusing to say the least and she dared to stride forward some more, coming to stand more evenly with the female. She'd never been the most kind of wolves, more reluctant to form friendships than many but for now, she was content in the presence of the female - she, after all, seemed like quite a remarkable specimen and that earned her a merit of respect. To her greeting, Lillith had simply dipped her skull and held eye contact momentarily, a silent acknowledgement as she began to attempt to unravel the mysteries behind the pair. Perhaps, she figured, over a feast, she would be able to openly pry at them, share with them not only food but information - with any luck, they would return to Iromar. There were plenty of ranks that required fine role models, after all.
With an apparent decision made on the male's account, the group was fast in motion. Rather than pass up the opportunity, Lillith had rolled her eyes as she tailed the male, her smile growing even more broader - more playful. He was dominant, perhaps, but she had little to fear in such regards - she was, after all, domineering but never quite so much to cause too much friction with those with a higher drive. After all, she had been happily kept beneath both Ishtar and Baphomet; she sought the position of the Grand Marquis, but no more. Besides, a meal was well worth keeping herself restrained, no?
She moved with her nose low, then, parting away from the group and into a rough V-shape - there were many tracks, some recent and some stale. There was one, however, that had been laid down most recently, the thick musk of male radiating from the earth. There had been a male, not too young to be considered a youth and yet not riddled with illness - healthy, apparently intent on making the crater his. She chuckled beneath her breath, huffing gruffly to bring the attention of the others to her apparent find. With any luck, he would not be so far away that they would need to waste time - she was excited and hungry, a ravenous combination that she no longer wished to endure. Let them feast, already!
"Yes?"
It is an almost playful question, her tail waving briefly behind her as she stood back, allowing the others to examine the scent if they so chose. She was positive the three of them could take down the male in no time, regardless of his size - she was fast, a fleet footed mistress with the same brute-ish fighting style as many of the male demon-kind. The other female was even more light, undoubtedly a swift one as per her Marks, too. By logic, she figured the smaller female would take the lead, with Haedes larger, more powerful form taking the brunt of the battle. Last, or so she theorized, would be her to shred flesh and sinew.
"Lady first?"
Another quiet question, uttered half beneath her breath as she motioned towards Vera with her eyes - would they have put together a similar plan, or perhaps they would simply... wing it, to test one another's physical capabilities. Either would have been satisfactory - all she knew then was that her muscles twitched with ecstasy, her feet hardly able to remain stationary.
all who go to her cannot return and find again the paths of life |
