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Lilith was once again accused of lies and trickery. Accused of "Pretending" To be a fea. What was it with the idiots that infested her wretched world? If she looked like a fea, acted like a fea, and talked like a fea, then she was a fea! Why?! Why did all these bugs question her? Dissapear... She could make him dissapear.... It'd be easy.... Yes.... Sever it. The spinal cord. Cut off his head and carry it around. Introduce him as the last fool to say she was a brute. Her eyes took on a glazed over look as she shakily stepped foreward. They suddenly opened wide, the fea licking her chops.

"I am a fea.... You say I lie? I am a fea.. Lies. You lie. You claim to be "God", Yet Is God not immortal? Does god not mean above what we could hope to achieve? Yet, you bleed just like I do. Just like they all do. Perhaps... Perhaps............ Perhaps what you really mean is... Yes... You are just a servent of god. Perhaps if I threaten your life... Cut off your head and carry it on a stick.. Perhaps god will choose me then? Listen here.. There are brutes, feas, and brutes with a fea's heart. I am a fea... You..."

She took a single step foreward, baring her fangs. Unaware of how he would act considering how much venom she just spat at him. She was coiled, a viper ready to sink its poisonious fangs into a soft spot of flesh when he asked something that caught her off guard, though she ignored his attempt to be "Charming." She stopped, eyes going soft, she stared down at her bleeding paw, gazing at it, to his, then hers.

"Past? Past..... Past... Blood. Rivers of it. Red, covering me. My family. I hate them. My past. I hate it. Its never enough... Kill. Kill.... Kill all of them. Life, to end it. Was raised for that. To end life. That is all. Blood... Covered in it. Always."

Her past was the reason she was "Born" so to speak. A way to cope with the emotions that had built up over an upbringing of killing. How else would one cope with needless slaughter to appease a "God" That may or may not have existed without going at least a little bit crazy? She froze now, staring down at his bloody paw. She stepped closer then laid down, her muzzle at the wound. She reopened it with almost sergical percision with her canines, then began to lap at the wound again. Calming herself.

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Another wrong turn, pal. Malice thought to himself. He was foolish from the start to have prompted toward their conversation. Their whole encounter was dangerous and nothing close to normal. Both of these wolves had the bug, in which Malice learned and used as his term for that insanity and non-sense within his mind. The bug that was pulling all his plugs...

"I am a fea.... You say I lie? I am a fea.. Lies. You lie. You claim to be "God", Yet Is God not immortal? Does god not mean above what we could hope to achieve? Yet, you bleed just like I do. Just like they all do. Perhaps... Perhaps............ Perhaps what you really mean is... Yes... You are just a servant of god. Perhaps if I threaten your life... Cut off your head and carry it on a stick.. Perhaps god will choose me then? Listen here.. There are brutes, feas, and brutes with a fea's heart. I am a fea... You..."

Malice's dark violet eyes squinted with a slight flinch as Lilith came closer. Her eyes stared into his own, like looking deep down and farther than even he could look at himself. She had that consistent crazed look twitching glare. While her maw opened to expose her blood desiring taste buds. Foul scents filled the atmosphere, the scent of his own crimson blood lingering on her pallet. Strange...

She spat in his face with those baring fangs. At this point.. Malice wasn't sure what to do. At this point even he was sort of frightened. He wanted to flee from this area, as quickly as possible. Run back to the Order where he be safe. Where Zurian was to kill off this twisted fae, since Malice couldn't find it in him to do it himself..was it the insanity they shared?

"Past? Past..... Past... Blood. Rivers of it. Red, covering me. My family. I hate them. My past. I hate it. Its never enough... Kill. Kill.... Kill all of them. Life, to end it. Was raised for that. To end life. That is all. Blood... Covered in it. Always."

He smirked, some how deep inside he knew she'd say something like that. Blood, and things covered in red. While Malice's past life was very bright and colorful, he had varied down the wrong path. And this path was eating him away, literally. His brain cells would soon loose their stability and soon there would be nor more capability for Malice to even live. But he didn't figure.

"So, you we're raised to kill then?" Lilith leaned down back toward his paw. At first he was hesitant to keep it there. He wanted to pull back and refuse but something told him Lilith wouldn't accept that. Instead she reopened the new wound that was being nearly frozen over by the cold. He flinched.

"That's rather annoying, mate..." He looked away from the growing disgusting scene happening among him. Looking around, wishing for another wolf to come. Why now, of all time must his sane and common sense linger in high numbers? For in the moment Malice was on the urge of a strange and odd panic and mental break down. He felt hopeless, wanting to be comforted by Zurian. It seemed to be a growing custom now.

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