By The Pricking of My Thumb...
“Please sir.” She said, her voice quiet and trembling from the cold. “I’ve been swimming for what seems like days I just…” Lilith looked over her shoulder at the black waters of the northern sea and tears began to well in her eyes. “My pack was slaughtered…” She said and began to sob desperately. The lightning king looked around, suddenly feeling awkward and cleared his throat in an attempt to soothe her. “Now now..”He said, coming closer as her snowy form fell into a huddled mass, keening softly as tears rlled freely down her cheeks. “Why don’t you tell me what happened…” The storm wolf said
She sucked in air harshly, batting at her eyes with her wrist. “My people were peaceful…My mother and father were both healers and we wanted nothing more than to live our lives and bear children… but then a warlord, Clout Rube sent his legions on us…My people were slaughtered, the last thing I saw before running into the sea was…was…” She trailed off and sobbed desperately. “Was my father’s heart being torn from his chest!” The baboon chittered and stroked her fur, clinging to her neck as she sobbed into his chest.
Tyranis shuffled uneasily at her story, this girl hardly seemed like the kind Dauntless had been known to host. A girl from a peaceful pack? A healer was always welcome he supposed, and maybe with time she would acclimate to Dauntless and its people.
“Thank you…” She whimpered softly. “My name is Lilith Virdeva, and I swear I will serve you loyally.” |