Bloody shoulders and paws. It's a look, really. It's a look and it will continue to be a look as she grows into it. Stark contrast to her siblings. Brilliant and wild. Immensely wild as she moves across the ground. Head high and paws thrumming easily across the ground. Within the plains, there were miles upon miles to see. So many things, so many places. Lilith would find them all. She would see them all. The grass here was up to her shoulders. The shortest, the slightest of her siblings. It could have been the chip on her shoulders, but instead... well, she uses it. An advantage. Something that suits the blood moon born child. She's enthralled with it, loves it. Loves it more than anything. Well suited to being out in the early mornings when they hang, a grey curtain over her shoulders and around her head. Ah yes. Early mornings, already out and alone. Lilith could get used to this. lilith. follow no false light

He sought his family. Not to find them with his tail wagging, but to sneer and laugh at how foolish they had been for following an even bigger fool. He had witnessed the fight, and soon after his sire fell in defeat, Greed had silently departed the scene without so much as a word to his watching family. He had always been a skeptic when his father had tried to tell him those tales of his once kingdom and reign. Greed had questioned it all then, and his father didn't seem to like that he did it. And yet, despite his sire telling him he was too old to lead again, he had gone and tried to steal another pack from someone who was obviously out of his league. He shook his head at the memory of watching the fight that day. Liar was a fool. They were all fools. And yet, he wondered where his siblings had gone off to. Did they take off and scatter across the lands after that? Or were they still hanging around somewhere? He wondered sometimes, but he wasn't entirely sure if he even really cared. Blue eyes flashed up as he caught a glimpse of movement ahead, and who he saw was not any of his siblings, but a stranger. Another yearling much like him, yet different all the same. It was a female, that much he could tell. Her coat seemed to be of the ivory variety with a mix of russets, not a bad look in his mind. Slowly, quietly, he continued his loping pace, piercing blue eyes watching her and never leaving her form as he drew closer. "Talk"

Their family had always been so close. It was hard to not be a tight knit group, pulled together, held together by the blood in their veins. It was something she couldn't hold back, something she refused to let go of. They weren't perfect, sure. Annoying, most of them. Few of them the brightest creatures. She had her favorite brother, the meat shield. She had her father's trust, that she was the bright one. The rest of her siblings, the aunts, the uncles, the cousins... they were her means to an end. She didn't know how much of the story she believed. It was all she had. It was all she had right now. The blood moon baby moves as an unstoppable force. She sees the stranger not too far off. Black and white, something different. Her eyes glimmer slightly, head cocking to the side. They spark. It's always a spark. Red and pale, with the same unsettling eyes as her father. The gaze of the gods, and it's pinning down the creature... unsettling. Always unsettling. That's her aim, after all. Lilith's grin is rakish, and she speeds up. It's a dare. The smallest of her siblings, she's always known how to use that to her advantage. Daring the stranger, gait floating and easy. Daring. Gorgeous. "Talk" "You" Think