Lilith took no note of the dark magical thunderstorm that followed them from the ruins of the Aviari city. It had been with her since before they even left. Ash, death, fire and power. It was like a rot on the world, slowly spreading, devouring all it covers with it's hungry power. That twisted power in the air, combined with Verita's blessing from before was the only reason Lilith was still standing, it wrapped around her body like a shroud, seeping into her skin. Exhaustion draped heavily over her shoulders, like a cloak made of lead. Slowly crushing her and pushing her down. Her body screamed at her to give in to it's dark embrace, but within Lilith's madness, she defied it. The beast had been denied earlier, but now it sniffed at the night air and could smell the danger. While it preferred an orgy of action, blood and murder, the beast also knew it could not win now. So the coiling madness inside Lilith's mind urged her to remain standing, to be cunning. To be fear.<br/><br/>Murring, Lilith grinned while watching the ship approach. She could smell them now. Humans, mostly. They didn't appear very friendly, but that didn't daunt Lilith. She did wish Verita was here, the girl could make her strength infinite like before. Oh, she'd send these humans screaming to their graves if that strength from before returned to her. She craved it, it had felt so good, she had felt so good. And they had all admired her! Her strength! Her power! It was like they had worshipped her with their gazes. Perhaps they had, yes. Yes, they must have. It would be nice to be admired like that again, she only would have to kill everything on the other ship. That'd do the trick. But she was so tired, she'd have trouble killing even a few of them! The beast knew though, it knew a way, perhaps she should listen to it. To that dark entity coiling inside her core that constantly craved blood and death. Taking a deep breath, Lilith began to hum. A solemn and mournful tone as the pirates approached, greeting them with a song.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'">"Heavy the beat of the weary waves,<br/>
Falling, falling, o'er and o'er upon the rocky shore,<br/>
When he comes no more alas! no more!<br/>
Och-one! Evermore, Och-one.<br/>
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Tears of despair from the weeping sky,<br/>
Falling to the earth beneath,<br/>
And o'er the gloomy heath<br/>
Hangs a misty pall of death, of death!<br/>
Och-one! Evermore, Och-one!"</span><br/><br/>Letting the last few words fade, Lilith watched the deck of the pirate ship. The men and women there tightly holding their wicked blades, only seconds away from boarding. The sight made warped elf grin. Unluckily for them, they were in the ashen elf's reach before she was in theirs. She flung herself up with a leap, scattering the screaming pirates as she landed on the pirate's ship deck with enough force to splinter the wood. Baring her fangs Lilith roared loud enough to cower a lion, sending the pirates near her scurrying while the rest pointed their blades at her, keeping their distance. Unwilling to be the first to strike at the terror that just leapt over thirty feet to crash on their deck.<i>"Who dares incur the wrath of Lilith! He whom claims to lead this crew come forthwith"</i>The Ashen Elf constantly turned around, preventing any pirates from making an easy sneak attack. She was in no condition to fight, but she wasn't going to show that. Disturbingly, the warped elf was as twitchy as a squirrel on caffeine. Her claws were shaking, and her tail twitched and curled while her breathing was ragged and uneven, making is visible to all just how unstable the elf was in the comedown from the magical rush Verita had induced in her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>