There's an almost killer grace to the way the girl moves. She's light on her feet, lithe, athletic... immensely different from what her siblings show. The bloody shouldered baroness prefers this alone time, in most instances. In her own time. She'd much rather be on her own and basking in her own light. It's the banks of the Rio Grande that greet her in the early afternoon, her exploring having brought the place to her feet like a grand ribbon of gorgeous blue. Lilith, for one, couldn't help herself. In a rare show of glee, the girl tosses herself into the river. It does not move swiftly, as there has not been an all too recent rain. No, the spot is calm, things are safe, and she is swimming. Paddling about in the water, only as deep as she is tall, able to touch her feet against the large, slick rocks. Summer heat was best beat with the water, was it not? Maybe her mood was a little sillier than normal. Maybe she was a little happier than she should have been. It doesn't matter. As far as Lili knows, at least for the moment, there is no one around to gaze upon her. The blood moon child does not have any fear in her system. It's an unhealthy feature, but ah-- a fact of her life. God blooded and bold as ever, she can play here all day should she like it. lilith. follow no false light

He was in a relatively foul mood. The damn heat was rising to the point of being unbearable and his darker coat wasn't ideal for frolicking out during the day. Trees provided much needed shade, but they couldn't relieve the giant from the suffocating heat that had his tongue lolling from massive jowls in a heavy pant. His dark complexion was far better suited for night time endeavors, especially those that were in frigid temperatures. He'd always had a special preference for the cold rather than the heat. That preference probably had to do with the fact that it was much more fun to splatter the ivory snow with crimson blood rather than dying grass. Dark whipcord lashed angrily behind him as he made his way towards the sound of rushing water. A dip in a river sounded exactly like what he needed at the moment. His pace was a meandering walk, unable to work up the energy to move any faster, not wanting to work himself up further and worsen his misery. Just as relief came into sight, another relief presented itself as well; his favorite relief of all in the form of his youngest sister Lilith. Her little moon washed head was just barely over the water as she swam around, presumably to relieve herself of this horrid heat as well. Archon halted in the shade of a few trees, several yards from the river's edge, simply enjoying watching his sister play in the water. Though Abraxas blood coursed through her veins, she was of all the brood, the one who still had much of her innocence intact. He didn't mean that she wasn't capable of ripping throats out when the time came, but he knew that she only did so when it was asked of her. She didn't enjoy torture the way that he did. She preferred knowledge over blood shed, which in a way made her better than any of their siblings. Unable to resist interrupting her fun, the beast emerged from the shadows to pace towards the river's edge, lowering himself down into the river, the cool water enveloping his front limbs until it lapped at the bottom of his throat, his hindquarters crouched on the shore behind him. He dipped his muzzle into water, using it to launch water at his unsuspecting sister, tail wagging gently behind him. "Talk" "You" Think

She's strange. Lilith is strange and lively, the blood in her veins hot and bright. There's something more than lovely about the thing in her chest. Bright... hot... white hot. Everything about Lilith is strange and wonderful. Strange by nature of her family, strange by nature of her temperament, strange by nature of her aesthetic. Pale as the moon with bloody shoulders. She wears it like the goddess she is, child of the fallen. Fallen gods would be the most dangerous, and Lili was fine with that. Moving through the water, splashing and playing, the blood moon born is fairly sure she's being watched. She knows the feeling of eyes on her back, on her shoulders. Aware, if not well aware. Tail twitching slightly, and then... water gunning. There's a laugh in her throat, the scent on the light summer breeze-- Lili knows exactly who it is. Having her brother here to tease at her, to poke fun, well it's even better. The mess of gorgeous chaos turns on her heels, spinning, quick and playful. Her tail is wagging enough to splash water out behind. Lili is brilliant, glimmering, shining. With a swipe of her paw she sends a wall of water toward Archon, laughing. It's so much fun, poking and teasing at him. "Tag, you're it." Shimmering eyes and a brilliant mood. What a wonderful day. lilith. follow no false light

She was delighted by her brother's appearance, as she typically was whenever he happened upon her. The laughter that erupted from her throat was music to the prince's ears. It was one of his favorite sounds and he relished in it whenever he was the cause of it. She was quick to change her course, setting her sights on Archon as she swam towards him. A flick of her paw sent a wall of water crashing over the beast, soaking his massive head. Laughter bubbled in his chest as he gave himself a good shake, sending water in every direction. tag you're it. she called out, her brilliant eyes shimmering with mischief. A toothy grin split his jowls in response to her words. It was nearly impossible to be in a bad mood around Lili. She was like a bloody ray of sunshine. His massive form would slip complately into the water, the feeling of relief instant. The water wasn't nearly high enough for his body to be submerged while standing so he crouched, feeling the cool liquid rush over his back and shoulders. His dark coat appeared almost black now that it was wet, making him look like a different wolf. Now refreshed, he fixed his attention on his sister, moving slowly through the water towards her, his eyes alive with mirth. She had no idea what was coming to her. "Talk" "You" Think

Delighted as always, it washes over Lilith's system. She's a bit reckless and a bit wild, spitting a mouthful of water at the creature, head shaking, tossing. Everything is bold and wild. Brave. Though Archon is much larger, she's got a hot streak. Blood moon born, both of them, but she wears the marking in the same way. It's painted easily about her coat, a reminder of their mother. Lilith is clever as the devil and twice as pretty, which is her saving grace when it comes to the life as she lives it. There's a flailing and a splashing, and Lilith seizes the opportunity to pounce at her brother. He's drenched, soaked to the skin, and slow. That's what happens when you're so big, there's so much drag. She's wild, quick, eyes brilliant and alive. "Slowpoke," there's a grin, brilliant, playing on her lips and in her eyes. Everything is great. Everything is brilliant and shining within the summer sun, swimming beside her brother. She adores him so. "Talk" "You" Think