what they say about the young
04-04-2017, 10:07 PM
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. |