her house sinks down to death and her course leads to the shades,
She had, though surprisingly, grown rather fond of the smaller boy, Zaqar. He was in his own right a sort of legend, she figured, as the final son of Baphomet and yet, he was merely... tolerable, like-able in fact. Saqr had, of course, almost risked Iromar's wellbeing and though she had less than honorable intentions when it came to the unfortunate soul he had imprinted upon, she had began to find it within herself to accept his misdemeanors. It was somewhat understandable that he had been forced to accept the soul of an unworthy creature - females of the demon variety were lacking, it seemed, something Lillith fully intended to rectify if she could. Come winter, she would be sure to bring many more daughters into the world so that Ishtar, and many others, would never need to worry about the sanctity of their cause. Of course, it was probably easier to simply cull off the females who proved themselves to be unworthy. It seemed, though, that Saqr was intent on at least proving himself as one of them, still, something she smiled to herself over as the two younger males called forth the lord of Glorall.
It took much less time than anticipated before the hulking form of another began to arise before them - she noticed immediately the sheer size of the male, the brawny appearance. By all means, he reeked of physical power, something that piked her interest though it was, truly, a shame about his colouration and the smell of another female that lingered so horribly upon him. Still, she stood her ground, her expression remaining still besides the slight grin of satisfaction the boys' had given her. For a moment, she merely observed the silver male's stature, noting the edge before she stepped forward, a slow, drawn out stride. She would, now, be the first to speak if only for she did not trust that the younger male's knew their mission entirely. Truth be told, she was not the most... experienced wolf when it came to the politics of a pack, but Ishtar had given her a mission and she would not fail.
"We come in peace, we merely rest in the shadows for the day is hot."
She intentionally avoided eye contact as she spoke, looking passed the male in an effort to subdue her own dominance. After all, even she recognised that they were guests, and they could have easily stumbled into a pack already aligned with the bastards, Diveen. Still, she remained ever composed, her lips slowly pulling up into a broader grin before she ducked her head in a brief bow, acknowledging the male's rank as she lowered her tail in suit.
"I am Lillith, the Stygian of Iromar," she looked back at Zaqar and Saqr expectantly, giving them their opportunities to announce themselves, to give themselves an identity before turning back to Silvertongue.
"Ishtar, our Queen, has sent us forward in an effort to bring good will between our packs. She seeks an alliance, a treaty between the sea and the mists. Does such an offer sound fitting?"
There were, of course, so many fine details in need of ironing out but, she thought, such business would undoubtedly remain between Ishtar and Silvertongue. She was but a pigeon for now, though perhaps some... initiative would secure her desired position.
all who go to her cannot return and find again the paths of life |
