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Lilith Rawnstein

"I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Her."

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a character in “Prophecy”, as played by Jynxii

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Name
Lilith Rawnstein

Age
18

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual ⚤

Role
The Shape-Shifter

Hometown
Worcheshire, on the edge of the Mallowpine Forest.




Power
Lilith has the ability to shift her physical form into any animal she has come in contact with. If she has seen it in person, she can transform into it.

Weaknesses
☢ Shifts can only last up to an hour, going over that has the chance of being stuck in animal form. She must either shift into a different animal or return to her human form.

☢ Lilith does not know how to read or write.


Skills
➳ Combat that is hand-to-hand, or that involves daggers or throwing stars. (Close combat)
➳ Holding her breath for long periods of time, and swimming.
➳ Agile movement through, around, and on objects both moving and steady.
➳ Quick and comfortable shifts between animals.


Fears
☠ Fire
☠ Deformed people
☠ Bandrial
☠ Things she does not understand


Likes Dislikes
Apples Getting caught
Swimming Being lied to
Running People knowing too much about her
Climbing Having to run all the time
Her power Not knowing who to trust




Goddess
Una - Goddess of Beasts.

Goddess Una is a cruel mistress. She demands blood sacrifice from her followers if they require a prayer be answered. The larger the prayer; the larger the sacrifice. Legend has it that Una was cast from the home of the other gods and into the mortal realm. When she crashed upon the earth, her body shattered into a million pieces, and from those pieces grew the animals of the world. According to lore, her spirit was set free that day and her soul became the moon. The followers of Una must look to the moon as they pray, or it is disrespectful and will bring punishment to their house; cattle will die, or the swine will not reproduce. Lilith was raised in a small town by the Mallow forest where she was brought up to revere Una for the sake of their cattle and horses. She believes that her powers were blessed upon her by her goddess and fervently worships her. Due to this, Lilith always carries a needle hidden on her person; for her blood sacrifices.


History
Lilith came into the world kicking and screaming. A shining example of the fighting spirit. As she grew older, she began to develop a blood lust, stemming from the many blood sacrifices made to her goddess. When she discovered her power, the sweet little child began to shift emotionally. She began shifting to steal from merchants and thoughts who foolishly has gotten lost in the ever-changing forest. She spent years growing up inside the labyrinth of trees, preferring animals to humans. Concerned, her parents forced her to go to an all girl's boarding school, where she struggled to try and learn the ways of the world. Reading was impossible for her to learn, and writing was out of the question too. The other girls made fun of her, calling her stupid and ignorant because she couldn't understand something so simple. Lilith didn't see the point in wearing dresses or learning fancy script. She knew how to hunt, and steal, and effectively survive.

It wasn't until the untimely demise of her parents that Lilith was forced to stop her life of crime. Her mother and father were both killed in a mysterious fire that burned her childhood home to the ground. The town turned on her, believing that she was possessed by [insert god of death's name here]. It was a white haired elderly woman that saved her from the stones they threw at her. A priestess from Una's temple. "Come back, my child, come back to the light of Una's moon."

Lilith was taken in and turned into a priestess in Una's house of prayer and sacrifice. During the day she was a devoted follower, and at night she sought revenge on the ones who had accused her and threw stones at her. By the time she was 18 she had enough bloodshed on her hands to taint the rivers crimson, but none but Una knew of her secret. She had taken her goddess' gift and used it to selfishly seek revenge on those who had wronged her. When the mark appeared on her not long after she came of age, she knew that to set things right with her goddess she must agree to fulfill the prophecy.


Family
None living.

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So begins...

Lilith Rawnstein's Story

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Lilith stared in bewildered wonderment as a comet shot across the mid-day sky, streaking the blue of day with an orange scar. She watched in fascination as another child of Una fell from the heavens, leaving their blood to paint the sky in a constant reminder of what Una has given, and will take, from her followers below. "Blessed be the children of the moon," the group of ten priestess' chanted in a whisper, each pricking their fingers and lifting the blood to the heavens. "Blessed be the children of the moon," Lilith whispered, following after her sisters. "It is a sign," said one. "Nay, an omen," said another. "It is the prophecy," answered Mother Vera, the oldest and wisest follower of Una. "Look for a sign," her raspy voice whispered, nodding to the girls. At once, the eleven priestess' spread out to search the town for any changes; all searching for some sort of sign.

Lilith was checking by the old well when she noticed a young doe standing at the edge of the Mallowpine forest. "Una?" Lilith gingerly walked around the well, towards the doe who remained perfectly still. Lilith reached the wild creature, and gingerly reached out a hand to stroke it's neck. At the connection of her skin to the doe, the animal fell over; dead. Lilith gasped and jerked back her hand, eyes wide. What happened? Confused, she looked over the dead animal, trying to see if it had been poisoned or shot. She could not find any wounds. "Thank you, Una. I will take your gift to the temple. Blessed be the children of the moon." Deciding that it was a gift from above, Lilith scooped the limp creature into her arms and struggled to half carry, half drag, the animal back to the temple.

Back in the temple, Lilith placed the creature on the alter in front of her sister's and Mother Vera. She told them of the creature's untimely death, and expressed that it was a gift from above. "Not a gift, Lilith Rawnstein. A sign," rasped Mother Vera as she slowly stood from her chair. The elderly woman made her way gingerly across the room to Lilith. "Undress, child." Obedient, Lilith unclipped the silver cuffs of her dress, allowing the material to cascade to the floor, leaving her naked in front of her sisters. The elderly woman slowly walked a circle around the girl, tired eyes searching meticulously for something. "Behold," Mother Vera sighed, gently lifting Lilith's hair from the back of her neck. In the center, just above her spinal bone, was a white blemish on her tan skin. "The mark of the chosen. Go. You must follow the child of Una! Go, now!"

Later

How long had she been following the seemingly endless trail? Her sisters had given her a backsack, and convinced her to pack different clothes for her journey. It will be dangerous, Lilith Rawnstein, Mother Vera had said. The outfit packed was one that was light, easy to move in, and durable for close combat. She didn't bother to pack food, but she did pack a container of water. Food was all around her. Even then, as she walked quietly with one hoof in front of the other. Perhaps she would look strange, a lone black mare walking around with a sack strapped to it's back. Not that it mattered to her; after all, she could travel faster this way, at least for an hour at a time. When she started to fade out, she would shift into a different animal to prevent becoming stuck as a horse for the rest of her life. As it were, she had just recently changed back into the animal and was comfortably walking through one of the many hidden trails in the Mallowpine forest.

It was growing impossibly dark, and normally that would not bother her but as night fell- so did the rain. Lilith came to a halt and let out an exasperated huff, shaking the flies from around her mane. She shifted into her human form, and glared at the sky as Una poured buckets of water onto her head. She knelt in the grass, looking to the moon as she pricked her finger and gently rubbed the blood into her palm as she whispered the ritualistic prayer of her people, always ending in, "Blessed be the children of the moon." With her nightly prayer finish, and with hopes that Una would hear her and aid her to shelter soon, she shifted back into the mare and continued her dredge through the forest.

Lightening cracked across the sky, bolting down into the treeline and sending vicious sparks sprawling into the air. Fire. Her eyes widened and she bolted, blindly, through the forest, letting out a distressed cry. Her hooves thundered across the ground, and she lost track of where she was going; for she was not looking, only running. Running as fast as she could away from the flame, from the memories, from the terror. As she was running she spotted a cave, and darted inside, eager to escape the roaring thunder and malicious cracks of lightening. She stood just beyond the mouth of the cave, her fur soaked and dripping onto the floor of the dwelling. She let out a huff of relief and slowly turned around. As she did so, she noticed a body on the ground. In her current form, it was nearly impossible to see in the dark; after all, she was a horse.

Silently, she shifted into her human form. Chills rushed up over her skin in protest of the sudden frigid cold. She mentally cussed, but crept closer to the dead (or sleeping) body. As she moved closer, she slowly peeked over the body to see if the creature or person was breathing. To her horror, what she found was a pool of blood oozing from the corpse. Her heart began to beat faster as the blood raced across the cave floor and seemed to take on a life of it's own. She turned to run, but she could not escape it- The blood jumped from the floor and onto her, consuming her into a swirl of red.

And then she awoke.

Screaming- everywhere. Lilith jerked up from her bed in a cold sweat, looking around for the cause of alarm. She quickly dressed herself and rushed out into the main hall where she caught sight of one of her sisters. "What's happened?" "It's Mother Vera! She's dead! Oh, it's awful! The children! They're-- they're slaughter them! All of them! There's nothing we can do! Why would Una do this? WHY?" The girl broke into hysteria as she ran down the hall. Lilith turned and ran for the main hall, where Mother Vera always sat. To her horror, the elderly woman lay slumped in her chair, blood trickling slowly from her nose, a parchment held tight in her hand. Lilith ran to her, and reached for the paper. On contact with her skin, a burning sensation on the back of her neck brought her to her knees. Lilith cried out in pain, her wails echoing through the empty chamber. When the pain finally subsided, she gingerly reached a hand behind her to feel the base of her neck. Just as in her dream-- a mark had risen up ever so slightly on her skin. Tears swelled in her eyes.

She had heard of Mother Vera dream walking before, but never had she personally experienced it. Lilith slowly unrolled the parchment, and stared down at the word scribbled in Mother Vera's hand writing.

Go.


Just as in her dream, Lilith packed the outfit and a bottle of water into a backsack and swiftly made her way out of the doors of the temple. What she saw that day, she would never forget. Blood ran down the sides of the street, mothers wept openly in the wake of whatever terror had swept upon her home in the early hours of the morning. Only one person was capable of doing something so heartless, so cruel... Bandrial. She ran. On foot, at first, but as soon as she made it out of plain sight, dipping slightly into the woods, she shifted into a beautiful black mare. She bent down and slid her backsack over her large neck so that it hung like an awkward, but secure, necklace.

In her new form she was able to cover a lot more ground, considerably faster. She kept to the skirts of the forest, should anyone or group come by. She knew she'd be able to lose them in the forest easily- a dip behind a tree, and a quick shift and they'd lose her. Every so often she would glance to the sky, as if looking to Una for guidance. Where she was headed- she didn't know. How long it would take her to get there- she didn't know. Why she was going in the first place- she didn't know. All she knew, was that she had been given a sign to follow the comet; so that was what she would do.

Thoughts as mentioned above ran though her head over and over again, but suddenly her thoughts were put on hold. That smell-- so familiar.. She slowed to a trot, and then came to a complete stop in the road. She turned her massive head towards the forest, sniffing again. She knew that scent- but what was it? The comforting feel of an old memory pulled gently at her senses, gently pulling at her heart to investigate the smell and put her current mission on hold. Eventually, she caved, and set off into the forest to follow the scent. She didn't have to go far before she found a small camp. The fire pit was still warm and smokey from being lit the night before. Following her nose, she sniffed her way to a certain tent and stuck her nose inside the open flap, letting out a soft whinny at what she found.

She would have grinned, if she were human-- but given that she wasn't, she settled for snorting in the face of the sleeping figure. Then, for spite, she let her long, slimy tongue lick over his face, pulling his hair up into a spike on one side. Good morning, old friend. Rise and shine.
Her heart was hammering in her chest. How long had it been since she'd seen him? Too long. Fond, and sad, memories rushed over her, but mostly fond. Her heart hammered in her chest, causing her hooves to pound anxiously at the ground. She felt like running! An unfortunate side effect to being in the body of an animal-- you get.. urges. She let out another whinny, and backed up to let him out of the tent. With a quick shift, she was in her human form again, although naked now. Still, this didn't seem to bother her at all for as soon as he came out, she threw her arms around him in an embrace. "It's been too long," she sighed against his collar, a grin spreading wide against her features. Why had she ever let him leave?

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The black spade flitted down on the hand carved table; a trophy to the owner and a pox mark to the fellow competitors. Silence fell, even breathing stopped. And then hell broke loose in the form of angered and violent outbursts at recognition of defeat.

A heavy fist slammed down on the table, causing tokens and cards to fly. Women and men alike had gathered to watch the high intensity match. They jumped, all of them, startled by the crash of flesh against wood and ceased their cheering and shouting. Again they froze.

“An ace?” Growled the compition, “There’s no way, it’s like ya were readin’ minds er somethin’”

Aitan shrugged, a smile pulling across his lips. The room was ripe with ale and sweat. A whisper rippled through the crowd, but Aitan just smiled at the man who was now half standing and bearing down on his lengthy frame.

“I guess I’ve got lady luck on my side tonight.”

The smile broke into a grin. The competition’s face scowled.

“I call cheater.” He growled

Aitan laughed, bringing his beer to his lips and taking a hearty swig. How many had he had that night? How many rounds had he won? Aitan had lost count. Still, his pockets were heavy and bar tab more than paid, so he had no complaints… save that the man breathing in his face had fowl breath and a bad temper. No one liked a sore loser.

“Well that’s unkind, maybe you’ll win nex-“ He didn’t have a chance to finish. A heavy fist hit him square in the cheekbone and interrupted his sentence. Aitan, more than drunk, toppled like a card house. He thanked Odin and the gods of wine and pleasure that he’d had enough to numb his feelings, and not enough to slow his movements. He was on his feet and running before the next punch could land. Aitan didn’t look back.

It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been accused of cheating and it probably wouldn’t be the last.


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The ground was cold and hard, but that didn’t stop Aitan from sleeping soundly in the dirt. The fire had long since reduced itself to ashes, the embers had faded and smoke dissipated into the night air. The man tossed and turned amongst the leaves. His hand clawed at his neck as he groaned in his sleep, head shaking from side to side as if her were in pain.

“Stop burning…” he mumbled, talking in his sleep, and dragged his fingers across his neck again. As the fire in the sky died down so did the restlessness of Aitan. Deep sleep became him again. . Neither wind nor comet awoke the drunkard that night, nor nothing else.

Nothing else, except for the rough tongue of a horse scraping across his cheek and a familiar voice slipping through his mind and interrupting disambiguated dreams. Aitan shot up, voice groggy from alcohol and sleep and calling out a name he hadn’t spoken in quite some time.

“Lilith?” It rolled off his tongue like honey.

A quick shift from fur to flesh made him queasy, with his eyes not quite following the intricate transition that shifters mastered. The snap of bone and squish of sinew made him close his eyes momentarily, waiting for his stomach to settle. Eyes and lips opened, a vicious scolding ready to unleash itself upon the poor girl- Gods she knew how much he hated that shit without warning! The nausea returned, head spinning with a pounding headache and Aitan then new that the spell had more to do with a hangover than a horsewoman.

Still, nothing mattered the instant that warm flesh pressed against his body; bare chest to bare chest in an immodest hug. Aitan allowed his hands to wander to the curvier portions of her body. She smelled of morning dew and leaves after a rainfall, of nectar from the sweetest flowers, and memories came flooding back. Aitan's hands roamed again, sliding through her hair and pulling her closer. Rough fingers slid across the smooth indentations at the base of her neck; a scar he hadn't felt there before. He pulled back, holding her at arms length to admire her for a moment in all her glory, before he began to walk around her to get a full view.

“Lilyblossom,” He chirped, placating her with pet names for sake of old times. His characteristic grin sprawled across his rugged features, wavering only as green eyes beset upon a shining white mark in her arm that hadn’t been there when last he’d seen his childhood friend. He would have missed it had his hands not been so keen to explore, had her hair been falling down her back instead of draped over her shoulder. The scar, or brand, had perfectly healed. His hand caressed the surface of it again.

“Gods, Lil. Who did this to you?”

Little did Aidan know, he had a matching rune engraved into the tanned flesh of his neck that, only hours prior, hadn’t been there before.

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Lilith grinned as she heard her name drip from his lips, the sound as soft as spring rain. “Lilith?” A purr nearly escaped her lips as she felt his rough hands roam over her curves and into her hair, pulling her closer. She took a deep breath of him, eyes fluttering for the moment as her senses were bathed in the ecstasy of campfire smoke and manly musk. When he pulled back, she reluctantly let him hold her at arm's length. How long had it been? She smirked to herself, placing a hand onto her hip as he walked around her. "Enjoying the view?"


“Lilyblossom,” He grinned, using her old pet name. There it was, a moment later-- that irresistible smile of his. The smile that had lured more than one milk made into his arms. As he was making his round, she pulled her hair up to strike a pose, grinning. “Gods, Lil. Who did this to you?” She frowned and dropped her hair, feeling behind her neck at her marking. "It just... showed up today. I dreamed that Mother Vera told me to pursue the comet- so that's why I'm traveling.... you have a mark as well, moon beam," she informed him, pointing to his neck. "It must be a sign from Una. You are to aid me on my journey..." She reached for her bag which she had tossed to the ground prior to tackling him and handed it to him. "I knew Una would bring you back to me," she said with a smile, her blue hues tearing up only slightly. "I have missed you, moon beam. Shall we ride, like old times?"

She couldn't help but grin at the fond memory of them as children, thieving from the locals and always getting away by the skin of their teeth. Of course as she had gotten older, the escapes became much easier-- and the stakes became much higher. She had had to leave her old life behind though, and it wasn't long after Mother Vera took her in that she was forced to say goodbye to her childhood friend. The memory of their last day together was imprinted into her. It had been the second saddest day of her life; losing her only friend, the first being the day she lost her family to the terrible fire.

Forcing herself back to reality she pretended to laugh and turned away from him, quickly wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. Just like that, though, she was over it and feeling much better. "Let me help you get packed, and then we can get moving. I want to get as far as I can before night falls. Bandrial's men are everywhere and I don't fancy trying to fight a demon in the dark." With that, she began to help him pack up all of this belongings- the tent, and everything else. When it was all in a neat pile of bags she nodded to him. "Best look away," she cautioned, recalling how pissy he was when she shifted without warning. After waiting a beat for him to cover his eyes, or turn around, she shifted back into the form of the black mare.

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She turned her massive black head to look at him and let out a gentle whinnie. Let's get moving. Lilith walked over to him and laid on the ground, allowing him access to her back to put the bags and for him to climb up and ride. It'd be faster, and look a lot less strange if they came across anyone. She wasn't worried about his bareback riding skills- for they had grown up together, and she was confident that he would remember everything if he had forgotten. After he had gotten settled, Lilith slowly rose up from the ground. The weight was barely anything to her, and she mentally smiled-- it was nice to be so strong, and fast.

With a soft huff, she set off in the direction her heart was telling her to go. She trusted Una to lead her wherever she needed to go. How long they had traveled- she didn't know, but at some point she began to hear voices. “I am going to Fairhaven, they need our help.” Lilith slowed, coming from the West side of the group. It appeared to be a group of four. A man with a sword, a woman -the one speaking- who removed her hood, a raven haired male from Wen Lief -it seemed from his clothing of choice-, and another woman in a cloak though this one much more fair skinned. Lilith huffed a little, starting to turn away from the group; this was the last thing she need- a group of lost wanderers in the forest tagging along and causing drama. She started to turn away, to head around them in an arc and avoid conversation all together, when the marking on her neck began to burn again, causing her body to tense.

Seven hells! Alright, alright she hissed in her mind, walking forward and into the view of the group. She'd leave the talking to Aitan for now- partially because she was a horse, but mostly because she wanted nothing to do with the ragtag group.

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Both figures came closer to him as the sky started thundering and dark clouds shadowed the road. The swordsman upon closer inspection was soiled with blood and held a hand with the mark high. Damien was a bit taken back by this gesture, wondering what the swordsman intended, but more importantly, questioning his openness in sharing the mark. He looked down at his notes and noted to himself to later add that he had indeed found the swordsman as foretold. "You're asking the wrong place for assistance. You have no idea what is going on in this town do you.." the golden blonde man said confused and a bit harsh sounding to Damien.

”As a matter of fact—“ Damien thought, ”I don’t even know what this town is…”
The cloaked woman figure whom the blonde swordsman looked at seemed a bit familiar to Damien, but he couldn’t put his mind to it. After looking back towards him, the man continued, "She does..I can see it..They are killing babies in this town..Bandrials soldiers are killing every single baby they find..and anyone who tries to stop them..we need to hide"
Damien gasped in horror. He has heard of tales concerning Bandrial’s evil deeds but he couldn’t believe she would be so low as killing innocent babies who had done no wrong towards her. He started to shiver a bit, not used to the lower temperature that came with the raindrops that started falling. Water felt a bit warmer back at his home in Sageburrow desert, unless it was the heat he was focusing more of. The water that fell along with the colder climate made Damien hold himself a bit to get warmer. He agreed with the swordsman’s decision to hide as this place didn’t seem safe at all and it would be better to get to know the two of them somewhere else that no one can hear them from.

Just as he was about to speak in agreement, a soldier had come across their path and threatened the girl. She stepped in front of Damien and the swordsman, casting some sort of magic that shielded the three of them.
Damien looked in awe at the shield and finally realized why the girl seemed familiar to him. ”She’s a healer. I’ve seen them enter the desert at times to help the wounded and the sick. They’ve kept our location hidden from Bandrial and we have formed an alliance with them. Could she be…the healer foretold in the prophecy?”Damien was thinking so much he wasn’t paying attention to the screams of the healer telling them to run away or more threats from the soldier. Only when they started screaming “AAAAAAaaaahhhh!!” and an arrow shot the soldier out of nowhere did Damien come back to reality.

The woman who had shot it came out from her hiding spot, and Damien couldn’t help but widen his eyes in utter shock at her appearance. She was muddy in the face, wore animal furs, and even smelled like some sort of animal as well. Damien wondered what happened to the poor girl or whether this was a customary special type of appearance for special occasions like a kill. He was getting more nervous as more new things came coming to him and revealing themselves, but at the same time he couldn’t help but have so many questions for them wanting to discover what has been going on in this part of Aurora. She seemed to be gathering the arrow that she had shot and mentioned something about going to a place called “Fairhaven” saying that they needed their help. When she uncovered her hood, she revealed the tangled mess her hair was and the mark upon her shoulder, the same as Damien’s and the swordsman’s. Damien could see a black mare and another young man riding towards them and wondered just how much attention they seemed to attract?

Deciding to finally speak Damien said, “Uh…I don’t know happenings around here being a civilian of Wen Lief and I especially don’t know what that Fairhaven is… However, seeing as there have been recent um casualties, people of the mark, and the impending danger of being attacked again as earlier, shouldn’t we get to somewhere safe? Oh um…are you all of the mark…as I am..?”Damien then slowly removed his black gloves and unwrapped the violet cloth around his right arm and showed them the mark. He wondered if the others had the same mark and introduced himself, “I’m Damien Vespera of the Wen Lief Mages. Who are you all? Oh…we should probably move as we talk…right?”Damien asked the others. He was still unsure of himself being an outcast amongst the others.

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Energy on the brink of being totally drained, Elle was almost tearing apart, physically and mentally. The force-field she kept up for so long was rapidly waning, she not knowing how long she was going to last. It seemed that both young men were going to stand their ground and stand by Elle. Were they showing a little bit of kindness towards her? Elle couldn't correctly answer knowing she hadn't been shown that type of emotion for so long, thinking of it as wishful thinking. But right now was not the time to think of such foolish thoughts! All three were in danger and Elle had to protect them. "I will not run!", the golden blonde man shouted, continuing to stand his ground.

Out of nowhere, an arrow zoomed past everyone's path, instantly shooting the wild aggressive and vile solider on horse, knocking him off the horse and killing him. He fell off immediately, laying on the ground with bloody gurgling last breath, "One more dead in the whore's army..", the young man vehemently stated. Elle readily didn't react to such a disturbance, too focused with keeping her guard up and protecting the others. Who shot the arrow that went straight piercing the soldier's neck? At first, no one knew but sure enough the person who did stepped out of the earthen shadows, displaying themselves for all to see, the person jumping down from some large tree right into their path.

Right away, the person looked muddy and grimy, smelling of forest and animal; a smell that Elle would never forget. If Elle had her senses and bearing she would've automatically felt sorry for them, wanting to soothe and ease their plight and suffering. The person not announcing themselves readily just walked stealthily to the now fallen deceased solider, breaking the arrow from the man's neck, collecting the arrow as if being frugal and saving it for another foe to shoot dead next time. Then the person looked back to them, "I am going to Fairhaven...", a female voice cracked finally. This person appeared to be silent most of the time, not using their voice often, "They need our help...".

Fairhaven needed their help too? It couldn't be surprising knowing that everything was falling apart around them, absolute chaos and madness filtering the air. The person finally pulled back their hood, revealing a muddied and pale female who looked very wary of being around them or anyone else for that matter. Her dirty blond hair was matted with dirt and grime just like the rest of her tattered and worn to death furred apparel. But Elle wasn't really bothered with that, immediately spotting the comet-mark on the young woman's shoulder.... The foretold archer who also was a hero, she being the one! "Fairhaven...this is happening in fairhaven as well..", the golden blonde man sighed with much wearied stress as he cleaned his bloody sword by using the crock of his underarm, "I am going as well then..". Maybe it was best they all went there....

By now, Elle was stumbling to the ground, her knees desperately holding up her exhausted body. Her power took a toll on her causing her not to respond much to her surroundings or to others. She truly needed rest! "They need our help.", the young woman repeated, defeat lacing her every word. Elle wanted to comfort her but she couldn't, exhaustion feigned body not allowing her to do so. "The old man spoke of a prophecy..said others would be branded..including me, but I never believed him..", the man added, sheathing his sword....

Immediately hooves from a horse could be sound from the near distance. Elle rose her head in slight initial panic, caring not to see another Bandrial solider. Instead, a young man, who looked roguish, rode a raven black mare closer to the group from the west side of them. The horse huffed with displeasure seeming to not like being around other humans but the one on it's back. How odd and peculiar, Elle sensing something curiously off about the horse, almost liking to mannerisms and behaviors of a human. The horse was about to turn it's head, steering clear of the others, but as quick as it did that, it quickly turned it's head back to them, standing majestically in it's spot, it looking somewhat tensed. In that short amount of time the mare did that, Elle noticed a mark on it's back that looked eerily familiar to the rest of the others who were branded the same by the comet.

Why did this mare have a mark just like them? Elle began to think that she was just hallucinating, having seen quite a few markings already. "Uh…I don’t know happenings around here being a civilian of Wen Lief and I especially don’t know what that Fairhaven is… However, seeing as there have been recent um casualties, people of the mark, and the impending danger of being attacked again as earlier, shouldn’t we get to somewhere safe? Oh um…are you all of the mark…as I am..?", the raven haired man finally spoke up again with much questioning, trying to find out if everyone was marked by the comet as well. Elle slowly turned her head into his direction, "Wen Lief... Allies of Clerics...", out of breath and highly exhausted was all she could muster in reply to him.

Removing his black gloves and unwrapping his violet cloth around his right arm, his comet-mark was revealed for all to see.... This had to be the dark mage who was chosen as a hero by the comet! "I’m Damien Vespera of the Wen Lief Mages. Who are you all? Oh…we should probably move as we talk…right?", he introduced himself and asked everyone and then finally suggested, seeming to look out for everyone's safety while being a little unsure of himself. The golden blonde man walked by Elle's kneeling side taking her by a firm gentle grip, helping her somewhat to her feet, "Can you walk?", he asked earnestly. Elle couldn't shake her head yes or answer him, just firmly griping his muscular arm, shakily trying to keep from falling over again.

"You have a lot to catch up on outsider..", he said to Damien, looking to him and then to the woodswoman, nodding to her in a gesture to lead the way, "Talk and run..if we are to get there in time.". How ironic of him to say, knowing that was what Elle did for the last hour or two but she agreed with them, their surroundings not safe to loiter about carelessly. Elle couldn't hold herself anymore, using the golden blonde man's arm for support. So much happened in such a short amount of time for Elle and she wasn't sure if she could deal with another "surprise" if it should come their way....



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Dawn looked at the horse and it's rider as they approached the group. They were silent, but to close for her liking. She rose her bow to defend herself.

”No, they are marked like you. You will need them all.” She slowly lowered her bow and followed the other three that were on their way to Fairhaven. She rolled her eyes as they talked. They were too slow for her liking, she could sprint across the treetops and be there in a third of the time.

Finally frustrated, she climbed up a tree with expert speed and soon was above the others. She was like a primate, grabbing branches with terrifying accuracy and flinging herself to the next tree. Soon she was a good distance from the others.

Dawn paused as she neared the edge of the forest. It had been at least four years since she had even been this close to the border of the Mallowpine. Leaving the safety of the trees was terrifying to her, what if Bandrial's men in town recognized her, what if they killed her family? She still had no clue if they were even still alive.

The others were getting closer now. She took a long breath and tightened her grip on her bow. She had to do this. She was chosen, she had a greater purpose than hiding in the Mallowpine for the rest of her life.

”From here you are on your own little one, you are chosen, you are powerful, you will do great things.”

Another deep breath, and then slowly she stepped from the treeline. The sun was almost blinding as she left the safety of the canopies.

“I have never left the forest before.” She said slowly, she was still getting used to having to communicate. She had indeed been out of the forest before, when she was young, when she had a family, she didn't trust them enough for all of that. She took a moment to regain her composure and took the small job into the town.

The buildings were ablaze, adult corpses lined the streets clutching their little ones. It was a massacre. She felt a rage build up inside her. Bandrial's forces, they had ripped apart enough families for a life time.

“Hey!” She screamed at a nearby soldier, her voice cracking. He turned to look at her, helmet off. He was a smug bastard. She almost smiled as she let her arrow fly straight into his throat. He fell dead. She felt no remorse, no pitty. She went further into the town, inflicting her own personal justice.

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”…you have a mark as well, moon beam…”

His hand instinctively rose, rubbing the place where Lilith’s eyes had settled. While he couldn’t see his reflection, Aidan could imagine the mark as if it were mirrored to the naked woman standing before him. His brow furrowed, trying to remember the previous nights events. An ache reminded him that drink had created a haze, and even if he’d drunkenly gotten an engraving in his skin there was no hope in remembering it. Still, he could picture himself with the tribal rune and a slow smile widened.

“Badass.”

The excitement of his new rebel look, that match the smell of day old ale and dirt mixed with sweat, was short lived. His distasted for the Goddess that Lilith spoke of was hardly disguised. Flashes of the dream replayed in his mind, his eyes rolling and head dropping back as he sighed heavily. It was foolish to think that the fine, bare body being delivered to him was due to an abandonment of the beliefs that had swept her away from him. Of course the Gods had their hands in his awesome new tattoo and the reappearance of his favourite woman.

“Fucking Gods, can’t stop messing with my shit.” He mumbled, barely audible as he slung her bag over his shoulder and shielded his eyes from the awful transformation. Even the fond memories of their rides couldn’t brighten his now soured mood. Still, he had done more depraved things for lesser women. When Lilith said ride her… well, who was he to let her down?

His items were few and far; an empty bottle and a bag of coin was all he’d remembered to grab. What little clothes he had to his name were laying dormant in the Inn room he had rented for the week. It was without a second look that he swung his leg over the black mare and wrapped the long glossy mane around his fingers.

“Giddey up, woman.” He purred into her ear.

His body rose from the flattened position that let them ride with more speed as show slowed. In their not-to-distant sights was a group of four, gathered at the side of the road. Aitan could hear Lilith’s struggle. Like her, he wanted nothing to do with them. These were dangerous roads and there was no telling who or what they were. His marking did not burn, whether from still being a tad drunk or years of practice blocking out Odin’s voice he didn’t know, but he was grateful. Still, Lilith advanced.

“Hey.” He said, “Who says I want to do the talking? What if your ‘Una’ is just playing a dirty trick on you. Let’s ride, babe… see where the wind takes us… I bet we could find a few things to occupy our time.”

He was trying to reason to a horse, or so it would seem to the four as he approached. Green eyes stared warily as a hooded woman dropped her notched arrow and somewhere someone thought that they were all the same. Chosen. The word flitted through his mind like a whisper and he couldn’t help but laugh. Desperate times made people think desperate things.

“Babies dying, it’s all sad and tragic but it’s none of your business. Save yourself, that’s what I always say.” He murmured out loud, interjecting himself into the strangers conversation. Aidan had never been good at keeping to himself.

He was ready to tug on Lilith’s mane, but felt her lurch beneath him. Apparently the woman had ideas of her own, and faster than Aidan could blink they were heading towards the smoke that rose where a city once stood.

Again he sighed, exasperated as he watched the pretty blonde nearly fall from lack of strength. Yeah. That was a sure sign that they’d fair well against the Wicked Witch and her Evil Army.

“Come, let me help you. That brute is going to leave bruises on you.” He said, voice a bit softer as he reached down to help the blonde. He slid off the mare with ease. Aitan was sure that Lilith would be thrilled at his volunteer work, helping in her cause as he clung to the stranger’s small frame. His large, calloused hand slid down the black pelt in an offer of apology.

They had paused just out of the treeline n time to watch the cloaked woman fell a man with a sure shot. Impressive; the words spoken outloud resounded through his mind, mirrored in thoughts by the others as well as himself. The ‘brute’ named himself, Kale, as he charged into battle.

“Well, that was a tad dramatic.” He chuckled, while his nose cringed at the stench of ash and burning flesh. Fairhaven was no more.

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Lilith hung back silently as the group rushed blindly into the burning city, each on some heroic mission to save the half burnt town. The shifter watched them boredly, standing idly back as everyone else charged in, revealing their skills and abilities openly and carelessly. The swordman, charging around comically with his large blade. The archer, dainty and childlike with her size and appearance. Arrow after arrow consistently met it's mark. The mage, who stood waving his hands around, looking like he was having a secure for a brief moment before water directed itself towards his foes. It was all very boring. What did Lilith care if children of parents she did not know were being slaughtered? Less mouths to feed. More room on the planet for Una's children. These souls were all going to burn anyway, for not following the true beliefs. These 'heroes' were just slowing the inevitable.

With a shake of her mane, the mare turned to walk around the city. This was not her battle. The queen could do whatever she wanted to these people- they were not her people. They did not follow or respect Una. They were nothing to her. Just sacks of blood that consumed the forest to build their homes and spread their ignorance. She had turned back towards the woods when her mark began to burn once more, scolding her for trying to abandon the party she had been placed into. With a dark mental growl, she walked past Aitan, muttering mentally to him. End this quickly. I want to move on. Her voice clearly indicated how annoyed and bored she was with the whole situation.

Without saying anything else, she walked into one of the allies, ignoring the flaming arrows that shot past her flanks, nearly missing her. The soldiers of the queen seemed to pay her little mind. After all- what person in their right mind would give two damns about a horse walking by when there was a necromancer, mage, swordman, and archer attacking them? None, Lilith bet, and she was correct. She slipped by them with ease, going unnoticed. Once behind the ally where none could see her, she shifted into a beautiful hawk. She sore upwards into the sky, preferring a birds-eye-view on the situation at hand. Just how many did they have? From here, she could mentally send down locations of units and soldiers to Aitan on the ground, where he could relay to everyone else, should he feel the need to share the warning.

She let out a screech into the air, flying too high for the arrows to reach, as they were aimed at those on the ground, and not at her, in the air. After all; she was just a bird... You're out numbered, she sent down mentally to Aitan, knowing that he could hear her. Their mental rage was quite impressive from years of spending time together and building the skill. More soldiers coming on on the mage's right. Men on horses coming from the west. They seem to be weak in their left flank. The street to your east is filled with more soldiers. The street to the west is empty. Flank them that way. Their enforcements are already moving to the next town. They have no idea what's happen--- I see their scout. Pardon me, won't you dear? Need to intercept that message. With that, Lilith cut their mental bond and took off with another screech, speeding through the air after the skinny, lone soldier they had sent running through the back allies to get their enforcements.

In seconds she was on him. With another screech, she descended upon him, her claws digging into his eye sockets. The boy, as he was a boy and not yet a man, screamed and thrashed around-- but there was no one to hear him. He was too far from his officers, and their enforcements. There was no one but him, and the deranged bird that was assaulting his features. Lilith landed, and in one sick, bone crunching movement she shifted into her human form, watching the lad stagger around blindly, sobbing blood tears. Lilith clicked her tongue at him, slowly walking over. "Now, now,"[color] she purred, [color=darkred]"Hush now. This will only hurt a moment. Blessed be the children of the moon." She whispered the last sentence as her hands grabbed the staggering boy, no older than 13, by the head, swiftly twisting his neck and effectively snapping his spinal cord. He was dead within seconds.

The sound of his bones snapping were familiar to Lilith, and as the blood of his eyes gushed over onto her hands she released his corpse. Remorseful? Of course not. He was not the first life she had taken. She raised her bloodied hands to the sky,"Blessed are the children of the moon. Hail, Una, the one true Goddess." She smiled and looked back to the boy once more, making a 'tsk' sound with her tongue. With a sigh, she picked up his body and dragged him into a nearby door way, hiding the body. With a small shrug, she shifted back into her hawk form and took to the skies again, searching for Aitan. No re-enforcements. I handled it. Where are you?