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Posted on November 13, 2016 at 07:36:40 PM by Lillith
Every New Day. END. Home. This was where Lillith was born, third generation on her father’s side and second on her mother’s. This is where she had grown up, found a home with Sleepy Hollow, and raised three of her children. She knew END like the back of her hoof, she had played in the springs as a filly with her siblings Asterisk and Chill, and then she had become the care taker for Scarecrow and Yejide. Lillith was looking for a home of her own when Fyfe and Goblin were born, and had effectively found one and had two children of her own once Gimmick and Persephone (the twins) were born. It may sound like she had plenty of half siblings, but the truth of the matter was that these were all full siblings (except for Chill, but she had never been treated differently). Casanova and Haunted had raised their children and in a sense had been infamous. That was a long time ago though, and since then Lillith had lived in other lands, under different stallions, and even had another daughter. Now all those children were gone, grown-up with children and lives of their own. But she had prepared them well, she really was a loving mother, but she knew her children had to learn how to survive and they had been raised accordingly. However to outsiders she was far colder, or perhaps it was just the infamous family “snark” as some called it. Sarcasm? Snark? It was something alight, but she’d be damned if she were to change for any man. She hadn’t changed for Sleepy Hollow when she had agreed to live with him, and she certainly hadn’t changed for any of the Leotrims in Liridon. Or for any stallion in Four Seasons. Lillith was her own woman, and for that she prided herself on. Did it ever occur to her that she could live as an Amazon? Sure, but she’s not that much of a fan of the same sex. Stepping into The Gathering- The Falls? Whatever. Inhaling deeply the clear air Lillith shifted her weight slightly, her eyes watching the newer residents with care. Simply put, she didn’t know any of them, though she was sure she’d get to know some of them soon enough. Her thick tail swatted the flies off of her body as she settled beside a tree, basking in the shade. Lillith isn’t quite boisterous, as she doesn’t feel like anyone needs to know that she’s here. If she wants them to know she’ll let them know. Blinking past dark lashes Lillith observes those in the gathering area. Stallions striding up, macho and puffed up, chatting up pretty and dainty mares. Colts who are barely stallions themselves bumbling through conversation, trying desperately to impress, and win the ladies over. Oh my it is precious! And how it brings back memories. Lil has never been one of those dainty things. She has clear Spanish influences coursing through her veins, she’s not some jaw-dropping beauty either. The way she holds herself though, even standing beside this tree, is enough to make her look good. She holds herself like she knows the world, like she owns it. She’s the type of woman who could go all out Audrey Hepburn style and when you least expect it pull out a gun and put you six feet under. She’s dangerous because she is a woman who has a mind of her own, but she is not a villain. She will not grind your bones to make her bread and she will not make off with your children in the dead of night. She’s Lillith, and she’s waiting. LILLITH;;
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