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TOPIC | Lilith's Corner
Various stories and fanart of my attention-hungry Lilith.
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From dawn until the nearly full Hellya, year of the Rabbit
Great beams of light pierced from sky to ground.
Lilith is wolf and shadow, red moons and bloodless nights. They howl and the sky howls back. They are the undisputed leader of Clan Awari. All bow to them; those who did not lie bleeding from their necks.
It's too bad that Clan Awari is no more. Even their name has been buried, broken, taken and remade until what is left is unrecognizably different. Lilith might curse this, might say it is the fault of the new wing of arcane dragons, the rebellions of shortsighted firebrands, the inexorable fate of the star damned, but Lilith does not.
This is because along with the Clan went Lilith's tongue.
Their howls are only voiceless whistles now, and the sky lightens and darkens without their input. They may shake their head or nod, claw out throats or protect their own, but any command they may have is limited to their own body's strength now.
After all, liars need no tongues.
Great beams of light pierced from sky to ground.
Lilith is wolf and shadow, red moons and bloodless nights. They howl and the sky howls back. They are the undisputed leader of Clan Awari. All bow to them; those who did not lie bleeding from their necks.
It's too bad that Clan Awari is no more. Even their name has been buried, broken, taken and remade until what is left is unrecognizably different. Lilith might curse this, might say it is the fault of the new wing of arcane dragons, the rebellions of shortsighted firebrands, the inexorable fate of the star damned, but Lilith does not.
This is because along with the Clan went Lilith's tongue.
Their howls are only voiceless whistles now, and the sky lightens and darkens without their input. They may shake their head or nod, claw out throats or protect their own, but any command they may have is limited to their own body's strength now.
After all, liars need no tongues.
From dawn until the nearly full Hellya, year of the Rabbit
Great beams of light pierced from sky to ground.
Lilith is wolf and shadow, red moons and bloodless nights. They howl and the sky howls back. They are the undisputed leader of Clan Awari. All bow to them; those who did not lie bleeding from their necks.
It's too bad that Clan Awari is no more. Even their name has been buried, broken, taken and remade until what is left is unrecognizably different. Lilith might curse this, might say it is the fault of the new wing of arcane dragons, the rebellions of shortsighted firebrands, the inexorable fate of the star damned, but Lilith does not.
This is because along with the Clan went Lilith's tongue.
Their howls are only voiceless whistles now, and the sky lightens and darkens without their input. They may shake their head or nod, claw out throats or protect their own, but any command they may have is limited to their own body's strength now.
After all, liars need no tongues.
Great beams of light pierced from sky to ground.
Lilith is wolf and shadow, red moons and bloodless nights. They howl and the sky howls back. They are the undisputed leader of Clan Awari. All bow to them; those who did not lie bleeding from their necks.
It's too bad that Clan Awari is no more. Even their name has been buried, broken, taken and remade until what is left is unrecognizably different. Lilith might curse this, might say it is the fault of the new wing of arcane dragons, the rebellions of shortsighted firebrands, the inexorable fate of the star damned, but Lilith does not.
This is because along with the Clan went Lilith's tongue.
Their howls are only voiceless whistles now, and the sky lightens and darkens without their input. They may shake their head or nod, claw out throats or protect their own, but any command they may have is limited to their own body's strength now.
After all, liars need no tongues.
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She cast off her flowers and tassels. Her curved horns were hated by the two god women, Eievi and Lilith. Her shawls with sewn-on silk flowers were replaced by rough plastic petals, that would never tear. Her clouds faded into the air. Her red strings pulled off and burned. Incense made funeralgoers weep, until it hardened on the ground, caked into snow lines.
Eventually she was laid bare and died, like the silver river bleeding into milky puddles.
She cast off her flowers and tassels. Her curved horns were hated by the two god women, Eievi and Lilith. Her shawls with sewn-on silk flowers were replaced by rough plastic petals, that would never tear. Her clouds faded into the air. Her red strings pulled off and burned. Incense made funeralgoers weep, until it hardened on the ground, caked into snow lines.
Eventually she was laid bare and died, like the silver river bleeding into milky puddles.
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She was born half alive, her skin and body made of metal. It was the best trial of the Copper Children yet. Her skin was silked through with glossy marble patterns instead of muscles. Her wings failed to develop the same trait, but were still the puffed beaten steel that shimmered instead of being dull, soft skin. It took her a whole two weeks to die.
She was born half alive, her skin and body made of metal. It was the best trial of the Copper Children yet. Her skin was silked through with glossy marble patterns instead of muscles. Her wings failed to develop the same trait, but were still the puffed beaten steel that shimmered instead of being dull, soft skin. It took her a whole two weeks to die.
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Her story? It's not worth mentioning. It cast off quick, the pale vitilligo, and the blue that shot through wings. Mama always said it was striking. Ma loved it when she could bloom through her roots. Not that her tree was anything special, it just needed pruning. She could do that for her.
Her story? It's not worth mentioning. It cast off quick, the pale vitilligo, and the blue that shot through wings. Mama always said it was striking. Ma loved it when she could bloom through her roots. Not that her tree was anything special, it just needed pruning. She could do that for her.
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'"Wind is a song that sings itself," is sung by the wind in every pitch and tone. Every dragon that calls itself wind looks up from the plateaus, searching for new heights, challenging themselves to overcome the next gale and become the next gale, because wind is a song that sings wind that sings wind that sings...'
While light, an ocean away, seeks to fill in every crack it can reach, wind seeks something it has already forgotten, as currents pull more dragons into creating updrafts behind them. And even as the twisting crescendo smashes rising air into a neverending, shrieking combination, its ferocity powers the skyships that sail unbroken above.
While light, an ocean away, seeks to fill in every crack it can reach, wind seeks something it has already forgotten, as currents pull more dragons into creating updrafts behind them. And even as the twisting crescendo smashes rising air into a neverending, shrieking combination, its ferocity powers the skyships that sail unbroken above.
These words were emblazoned on the side of a fallen skyship, where it had moored itself to the earth. It took with it a sense of mildly disrespectful longing, and in the ground it found gems and treasure for the mining. The ship confined itself to a rocky prison. The words on it untouched even by worms, for there was no soil. At the butt of the ship unaffliated archeologists robbed old indigenous cities, and at the nose of the ship miles of earth held it like a ridgeback's beak. Four years it took for a Trauma Excavationist to raise enough funds to dig deep enough to bury the cursed words.
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'"Wind is a song that sings itself," is sung by the wind in every pitch and tone. Every dragon that calls itself wind looks up from the plateaus, searching for new heights, challenging themselves to overcome the next gale and become the next gale, because wind is a song that sings wind that sings wind that sings...'
While light, an ocean away, seeks to fill in every crack it can reach, wind seeks something it has already forgotten, as currents pull more dragons into creating updrafts behind them. And even as the twisting crescendo smashes rising air into a neverending, shrieking combination, its ferocity powers the skyships that sail unbroken above.
While light, an ocean away, seeks to fill in every crack it can reach, wind seeks something it has already forgotten, as currents pull more dragons into creating updrafts behind them. And even as the twisting crescendo smashes rising air into a neverending, shrieking combination, its ferocity powers the skyships that sail unbroken above.
These words were emblazoned on the side of a fallen skyship, where it had moored itself to the earth. It took with it a sense of mildly disrespectful longing, and in the ground it found gems and treasure for the mining. The ship confined itself to a rocky prison. The words on it untouched even by worms, for there was no soil. At the butt of the ship unaffliated archeologists robbed old indigenous cities, and at the nose of the ship miles of earth held it like a ridgeback's beak. Four years it took for a Trauma Excavationist to raise enough funds to dig deep enough to bury the cursed words.