~Lillianna|TigerLily ~ 20 Years Aged ~ At The Pack House
Tagged: Jay, Sylvia, Aaron, Kotayle, Lunar TigerLily listened Sylvia, and from where she stood, it was a terrifying sight. Sylvia was shorter, younger, and very possibly angrier than herself. But she couldn't help but admire the white haired demon infront of her, staring her down with a finger pointed at her. One day, she hoped to be able to control herself like that. However, Tigerlily knew Sylvia was lieing.
'...but we do not love each other the way you are perceiving, as we have only been aquatinted for a few months now.' Was Tigerlily supposed to believe that? I guess she was. She could play along with it, but she wouldn't believe it herself. The woman was also frustrated Jay didn't say much, but who could blame him?
Her eyes widdened when Sylvia sniffed her, and then said she was dangerous. Trying not to be defense, Tigerlily opened her palm and whispered,
"I try not to be..." Tigerlily winced and thought,
'She knows. Ten thousand howling hellhounds. I guess it couldn't have been avoided, but...' Tigerlily sighed when Sylvia said she was dangerous infront of Jay, then squeezed her eyes shut. She really wished the Commander hadn't said that, she didn't even notice the look Sylvia and Jay shared. When she opened her eyes- a nearly glowing topaz with flecks of bright auburn, she saw Jay's crutch and murmured absently,
"That's not necessary..." but with everything else going on she doubted she was heard. Not that she was used to being heard in the first place.
When Tigerlily lifted her gaze, Sylvia was gone, and a very defeated Tigerlily hunched her shoulders grouchily and Aaron started talking. The lines around her eyes tightened appreciatively, though no smile ever came to her lips. She was of course grateful to Sylvia for taking her in- that's what she wanted, but, obviously there's some tension with Jay. Her racing mind was stopped when Aaron said
'I'll leave the light on for you.' Her heart crushed. It was the most touching thing anyone had ever said to her in three years. She just kind of wished Jay had said it. Maybe she was making him into a bigger deal than she needed to. With a confused sigh, Tigerlily nodded her head but then shook it, squeezing her eyes again. With a pale face, she said,
"I can't stay here. Not tonight. But I'll be back." Tigerlily's shoulders twitched and rolled as she laughed silently.
"It's going to be along night." The way her eyes were dull, but inside a fire roared, and the way she spoke- it was like she had given herself a death sentence.
A foreboding feeling came over the area, and she was absently aware of Blake for a moment, but in her mind, everything was turning dark, and clouded.
"I've run out of time. Thank Sylvia for me. I'll find someway to repay her and make everything right. I have to." Tigerlily spoke with determination and conviction, and in the morning she would try to make up for whatever thing she had interrupted and the stress she had caused.
In the dark, moonlight glitters across the floor. The large silvery orb creates an air of serenity, and mystery. But for Tigerlily, the sight of a full moon as midnight draws near makes her very soul quake. For a full night until sunrise, against her will, she is transformed into a beast. But not one that you might know. This form is ancient, the blood lust of her beast raged without a drop for years. She forbade it.
Moonhigh. The woman sits on the floor, holding her shoulders, and shakes violently, fear tearing at the seams of her entity. Estranged thoughts shoot across her changing mind, her head twisting, limbs stretching and contorting painfully. She had long since said goodbye to resisting. Now an effortless dance, her human skin melted away to reveal a thick brown coat. Her hands fit into claws, long grown out that twitched for a pulse to take and end.
After a moment everything was right. This is how she was always meant to be. This was her truth. The only way she could be, and not live a lie. But the ache in her jaws was causing a sickness, the insanity grew each month, after month, after year. 'Thirsty. So thirsty. When will it end.' After transforming, the creature threw her head back and ripped a howl so despondent, so angry, so lonely, one might for a second consider pitying the poor thing.
Against a boxy striking black head, red amber eyes opened and glowed ferociously. The night had just begun. - - - - - [THE NEXT MORNING]- - - - - -
(I'm skipping past her waking up and take it right to the drama center.)
Tigerlily walked into the packhouse the next morning with sunken, dull eyes that looked like she'd been up all night, a I-dressed-up-a-little dress, and a few bruises around her shoulders. She was also carrying a large, pretty bouquet of, well, tigerlilies. Her eyes searched the open room pretty quickly before she sniffed out the Commander. Trying to pretty much ignore all the other eyes upon her, she went right up to Sylvia, and immediately went red-faced. After a silent moment, Tigerlily stuttered, "T-These are, for- you!" She exclaimed quietly, holding them out stiff-armed and nervous. The woman bit her bruised lip lightly, her heart pounding painfully fast in her chest. "I-I wanted to thank you. A-and apologize, for- for, earlier." In her other hand were two small violets, the deep purple contrasted with the bright orange of the lilies in an unusual, but beautiful way. Obviously they were for Aaron and Jay, but the most elaborate, biggest flowers went to Commander Sylvia, of course.
Mila ~ Werewolf, Omega ~ 14
Tagged: Lunar, Ferrys, Alice, Kotayle Mila was aggravated no one could understand her. She was sick of being human, too. With a sigh, the young girl twisted a lock of pastel ombre around her finger, thinking. It wasn't bedtime. And she wasn't hungry. Mila looked up at Ferrys and had hoped he would introduce her, but communicating was hopeless. Angrily, Mila stomped the ground and pouted for a moment, then figured there was no point in it, and placated herself by curling up next to Alice protectively. Her stormy blue eyes watched all around them, her shoulders and knees poised alertly, but most of her body sat against the older fae for a comforting warm touch. Sometimes she would gently pat Alice's tummy or rub it, and Mila showed Alice her own belly ring. Sometimes, Mila would ask Ferrys to bring Alice a drink. And she asked Ferrys to sit inbetween Mila and the surrounding party, so that Mila was curled inbetween Ferrys and Alice. She felt protected the entire night, and in the end enjoyed her first night as a human in a long time.
- - - - - [THE NEXT MORNING]- - - - - -The youngest of the pack woke the next morning a bit later than the others, more towards the mid-morning than very early morning. With a disgruntled huff of air, the body underneath the covers rolled over the bed and promply landed on the floor. Scrambling under the blanket the young adolescent struggled to be free of the blanket and looked wild-eyed around the room. Mila was still getting used to life with a bed, in a house, with an actual werewolf pack. She wanted to please Ferrys by staying human but after getting home and settled, her wolf form took over. Exhausted after last night, she took comfort and relief in the canine form she used most. Upon awakening on the floor, Mila realized why she had had such a hard time getting out of the blanket. Looking down with light blue eyes, she stared are light strawberry blonde paws. Oops, hehe. Well, dying her head had no effect on the coat color of her wolf.
The gangly, petite limbs stretched as Mila's maw opened, yawning. She shook herself, and padded around the room for a minute trying to decide what to do. It wasn't like she exactly knew, she hadn't been in a real house in forever. Mila wondered where Ferrys was, and if it was okay to roam about in her wolf form. And if she should use that weird waterfall to refresh herself. Ultimately, her stomach decided for her- she was hungry. Mila had to transform human to turn the knob- which she failed at several times. In a big sleep shirt that went down to her knees, the mute girl peeked her pastel ombre head out into the hall tentatively.
-MILA IS OPEN-
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