<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Taya.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Stamp.gif) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: pristina;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 25pt;"><strong>T</strong>aya, the <strong>I</strong>urus <strong>F</strong>ormator</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Stamp.gif)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Currently:</strong> Bedtime reading...<em>To eat, or not to eat? That, is the question...</em></div><br/><br/>There were many ways to describe Gilead. Some may term it as an oxymoron, others may roll 'lacuna' off their tongue. To the Nephilim it may be a facade of what they had once known and held so dear. To the other entities lurking within the shadows it may be prison, an endless cycle of repetition. To Taya, Gilead was a home of sorts.<br/><br/>There had been no previous life on "Earth" for Taya. In fact, there had been no previous life at all. A Nephilim and yet so much more, she was an essence that floated aimlessly throughout Gilead. Stopping occasionally but never for long. It was as if she were searching for something - a fruitless endeavor thus far.<em>Or was it?</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090530041422.jpg)</div><br/>Sea-green hair pooled about porcelain skin, eyes hidden beneath a slender wrist. The prone figure lay sprawled across the musty mattress, one leg hanging lazily off the side while the other was perched up. One of the many booklets scattered around the room rested against the raised knee, seemingly opened at a random page filled with frantic scrawlings. Dark scribblings pepper the pages, some done with so much force the paper had ripped and left imprints on the next page. Of the passages still legible, further scrutiny revealed messy characters. Chinese.<br/><br/>Language held no meaning to Taya. Like many others who resided in Gilead, she could easily read even the most archaic of hieroglyphics just as she could speak any tongue.<br/><br/><em>"...Younger Sister was eaten by Elder Brother. I have no way of knowing whether Mother knew about it or not...<br/><br/>...Elder Brother told me that when parents are ill, a son, in order to be counted as a really good person, should slice off a piece of his own flesh, boil it, and let them eat it...<br/><br/>...Younger Sister happened to die at just the time when Elder Brother was in charge of the house. Who's to say he didn't slip some of her meat into the food we ate? Who's to say I didn't eat a few pieces of my younger sister's flesh without knowing it? And now it's my turn...Maybe there are some children around who still haven't eaten human flesh. Save the children..."</em><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><sup>Excerpts from <span class="bbc_u">Diary of a Madman</span> by Lu Xun</sup></div><br/>The wrist raised into the air, fingers splaying as if testing that each one still worked, before curling slowly into a fist. Grasping aimlessly, catching only so much air. Blank grey eyes stared emotionlessly up at the hand with an odd detachment. It was as if she wasn't really looking at her own hand but someone else's. Suddenly the edges of her lips curled into a small smile, like one privy to an inside joke.<br/><br/>"Cannibalism, huh?" The words were soft, and yet could be heard clearly throughout the silence. Sitting up, the diary falling to the floor with the rest, the woman stretched both arms up above her head. "Perhaps another time..." Before sliding off the bed and...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><sup><em>Continued in Gilead (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89543.msg3934885#msg3934885)</em></sup></div><br/>