Dance of a Rose
10-06-2015, 08:38 AM
It was that same protectiveness that Lark had over his sister that had Lillie glancing back at the older girl, as if double checking she'd be alright. Civetta was with Finch, comforting her no doubt as Lillie had silently requested, but Lillie did feel her paws aching to return over there, over to her sweet, innocent friend. Worry was still in her gaze when her head turned back to Lark, and the girl would crack a smile at his words, a light chuckle emerging.
"Indeed," she murmured, amusement in her gaze. "Although, we do get to fight beside them." It was something, at least, and it honestly made Lillie wonder if Evangeline would appear. She was a healer, yet a fighter as well - a weird mix, honestly. Another smile appeared on her face as she thought of something: "It's better to have someone that can eat faces on your side, rather than against you,'" she quoted, another chuckle. "Starling said that to me, when we first met; he had seen my wounds and insisted on helping." She fell silent, surveying the wolves, the healers, the fighters... and Finch. Excitement, so much excitement in the air, and confidence as well - but that was not all; some people were worried. She was worried. She had no problems with fighting Sin, despite his assistance with Allen, but... some of his wolves were ruthless. And seeing her pack hurt, imagining it made her cringe.
The amusement would fade from her expression, and she felt the first tingles of that battle energy, the anticipation flowing through her. Determination gave a spark to her gaze, and she'd feel the flames burning inside of her. Sin would regret breaking apart Threar. And yet, that energy was tainted, tainted by a fear. "I worry, though. Not about our fighting ability, but... Sin's wolves are ruthless. And I worry about Finch." When she opened her mouth, those were not the words she expected to come out, not at all. Her eyes widened in surprise; why had she said that? And yet, more words came from her. "She's not fighting, she's a messenger, but I still worry. I don't want her to see those she loves wounded. She hates fighting." A soft growl, of frustration, left her. Finch had not been happy when Lillie first met her - her wounds, they caused Finch to utter, stubbornly, that fighting was not good. And now Finch was having to watch her, Lark, her father, all go to fight. It made her feel terrible, but she had to fight. Abaven was her pack; how could she not? But who would be there with Finch? Civetta would, but who else? That was what drained that sparking energy, what disrupted it, what took control of her very words.
"Speech" "Language"
"Indeed," she murmured, amusement in her gaze. "Although, we do get to fight beside them." It was something, at least, and it honestly made Lillie wonder if Evangeline would appear. She was a healer, yet a fighter as well - a weird mix, honestly. Another smile appeared on her face as she thought of something: "It's better to have someone that can eat faces on your side, rather than against you,'" she quoted, another chuckle. "Starling said that to me, when we first met; he had seen my wounds and insisted on helping." She fell silent, surveying the wolves, the healers, the fighters... and Finch. Excitement, so much excitement in the air, and confidence as well - but that was not all; some people were worried. She was worried. She had no problems with fighting Sin, despite his assistance with Allen, but... some of his wolves were ruthless. And seeing her pack hurt, imagining it made her cringe.
The amusement would fade from her expression, and she felt the first tingles of that battle energy, the anticipation flowing through her. Determination gave a spark to her gaze, and she'd feel the flames burning inside of her. Sin would regret breaking apart Threar. And yet, that energy was tainted, tainted by a fear. "I worry, though. Not about our fighting ability, but... Sin's wolves are ruthless. And I worry about Finch." When she opened her mouth, those were not the words she expected to come out, not at all. Her eyes widened in surprise; why had she said that? And yet, more words came from her. "She's not fighting, she's a messenger, but I still worry. I don't want her to see those she loves wounded. She hates fighting." A soft growl, of frustration, left her. Finch had not been happy when Lillie first met her - her wounds, they caused Finch to utter, stubbornly, that fighting was not good. And now Finch was having to watch her, Lark, her father, all go to fight. It made her feel terrible, but she had to fight. Abaven was her pack; how could she not? But who would be there with Finch? Civetta would, but who else? That was what drained that sparking energy, what disrupted it, what took control of her very words.
"Speech" "Language"
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.