As the sun slowly set, the warped elf sat on the edge of the wooden platform, watching the fiery redden and sink beneath the horizon while her disorientated thoughts re-arranged themselves. Like ash between her claws, the name she had used had just slipped from her mind, just like that. She was on the edge of remembering it, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't retrieve from the dark pools of her mind. She felt distraught and disturbed. This wasn't the first time, of course, but it was a reminder how easy it was for her to lose things another could consider impossible to lose track off. Not that she showed her inner turmoil to the group still chatting behind her around the table.<br/><br/>What had her name been? Always the memories were on the tip of her tongue, but ever unable to be released into the air. What had the group called her again? Lilith? And Ashy? Lilith felt familiar, and she liked the sound of it. Ashy was slightly odd, but for some reason she felt like that was one better now. Why? Oh right, she had to ask the warrior, Darion about the name Lilith. She didn't like the sound of it though, so Lilith just decided to call herself Lilith for now. She'd tell her name was Ashy if they bothered to ask. Or maybe she had told her name? Lilith would have to ask the group in a way that didn't arouse suspicion about her defective memory.<br/><br/>Lilith didn't rejoin the group, she hadn't been feeling very sociable and her energy to deal with them had run out. The warped elf enjoyed the sound of them talking, so just listened to their voices without hearing the words while day slowly turned into night. Despite her earlier unease, she felt at ease now. There had been some memory bugging her earlier but she couldn't recall why, so she was just left with the calm that obliviousness brings. So pacified was the ashen elf, then she softly began to sing. Words barely raised above a lyrical whisper in an ancient tongue, whose meaning has been reduced to a mere feeling.<br/><br/><i><div style="text-align: center">Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,<br/>
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!<br/>
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier<br/>
mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva<br/>
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar<br/>
u luini yassen tintilar i eleni<br/>
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.<br/>
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?​</div></i><br/><br/>When the melancholic and mournful song had run it's course, Lilith fell silent. Hours passed as she stared at the stars, the cold night air washing over her naked skin, her tail idly resting in her lap. She was vaguely aware of of the fact that some of the group had gone off, either to wash or rest within the birdfolk's hammocks. The ashen elf herself was content to remain there on the edge of the platform. She had bathed before, and her tail, claws and quartet of horns would make it hard for her to comfortably use the Aviari's choice of beds. If necessary, she'd just make herself comfortable on the wood here.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes, Lilith took a deep whiff of the night air, and promptly opened them again. The faint, but quickly rising scent of blood was in the air. It's thick stink rousing the beast within the warped elf, her feline ears perking up as screams rang through the night sky. Looking, the ashen elf spied motion amongst the lower treetops of the Aviari homes, and watched rising flames foretell the end of the Aviari city and the beginning of the slaughter below. A hundred scents assaulted Lilith's nose, all whispering the same story to her. Blood, fear, burnt flesh and magic. Lilith caught herself drooling at the enticing scents in the air, which so delightfully called to her beastial side. The arcane markings on her skin began to flare up brightly, as if fire danced in wicked patterns on her flesh. The shapes and markings beautifully accentuated the warped elf's body, framing her naked breasts and running parallel with her curves. In the darkness, her fiery eyes were visible through the blindfold. Her breath was quick, as she felt a bloody hunt and a hunger for flesh calling to her, but she turned to see if any remained on the platform. No doubt they too would have noticed the attack on the city.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>