If Lilith was to measure how her day was going, it would probably be relatively low on the scale of whether it was any good.
 
Woken suddenly by a burst of noise from overbearing alarm systems and forced to find out where exactly she’d deposited her armour the last time she used it- she was not a particularly organised lady- she’d hurried off to the meeting grounds only to get several motivational speeches about how they were going to be attacked whilst she was still reasonably groggy from sudden wakefulness. She was glad she’d managed to remember all the pieces of her armour this time, going into a dangerous situation would be a bit stupid without it, not to mention a massive fuck-up. A pang of regret filled her head when she remembered she’d forgotten to feed Sam before heading on out, she hoped he’d be alright in the depths of the facility.

Regardless, she was holding out that this day probably couldn’t get any worse, all the while nervously twitching as she waited with mixed group of Demons and Titans for the Endolan advance. Her bright blue serpentine eyes darted back and forth underneath her Corinthian helmet, worriedly scanning the horizon for any sign of movement, no matter how minuscule, her nostrils and tongue tasted the air, the acute changes of the Bleed into her natural biology giving her excellent capabilities in tracking down foreign scents, but she smelt nothing out of the ordinary.

Right now, the “ambush” was simply waiting about for the signal to come through from command, but it would be a fair while to go before the Endolan’s decided to give them that honour. She had to admit, she was nervous and shaky about the idea of finally going into battle. A few of the younger students had even vomited due to nerves beforehand, and although the graduates looked less unsettled, they didn’t fill her with too much confidence either. 

Right now she was just sitting in full Grecian style plate on the edge of a boulder, waiting for the battle to commence. A few other Shifters had done the same, and a few were taking drags of some smokes before heading off into battle, others were twitching and pacing frantically, but a few seemed somewhat calm, like her. 

She dangled her legs off the edge and waved them back and forth through the air listlessly, calves enjoying the cool summer air, her sandaled feet comfortable in their well worn soles. Normally when they made shifter armour it fitted the whole way around the body, but due to her form having scales like titanium plates, it was deemed somewhat unnecessary to fit anything but her upper body down to her pelvis with armour, ending in a series of somewhat decorative, but magically hardened leather strips like the Roman and Greek military armour of old. 

The battle moves and the tactics Draco had pounded into her head over the past few years repeated over and over in her mind, making her work herself into a loop. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and stop over-thinking the process, doing that could lead to her getting distracted at the wrong time. Instead she had a look around at the various faces, shifted and unshifted, in the group.  

Scanning the people she eventually caught up on one which she recognised. It was the Kitsune shifter, with all her fluffy tails flicking about her like a tidal wave of soft silky fur, looked like she was a little nervous same as her, but she couldn’t really tell for certain. Lilith had to admit, she liked the Kitsune, she was pretty and had an adorable relationship with a kitty-cat Shifter which was to die for, although she’d never really managed to get around to introducing herself.

Oddly enough she always seemed a little tense, like she’d been on her guard most of her life, twitchy some might say. Lilith wondered if she’d had a hard life, but she wasn’t really sure her assumption was correct. Regardless, she seemed like someone she might want to get to know, asides from being cute, a hunch said that she might be a good friend to get on her side, not to mention hug.

As she stared at the girl she thought she caught her looking back. Lilith sat up blinking slightly and took off her helmet, a minor breeze causing her long hair to ruffle slightly, spilling over her face in slightly wavy black strands. She brushed it out of her eyes, distractedly, annoyed by rogue hairs which tickled her skin, enjoying the smooth sensation as she brushed across her silky pseudo-scales with her hand. Normally she’d have it in a bun, but with the helmet that didn’t go well, and having a pony tail would only make it easier to grab and pull her downwards in a fight, that she knew from experience.

[i]‘I wonder if I should get a haircut…’[/i]

She focused back on the Kitsune and thought she caught her looking back at her again. Her bright blue serpentine eyes blinked in surprise, before her face shifted into a beaming smile at the fox girl. She raised one hand and waved it at her cheerfully, and hoped she’d made a pleasant impression regardless. Afterwards she thought the Kitsune had looked away, so she settled back into waiting for the call to be made, but nothing so far had come from headquarters.

Lilith wondered how long the illusion Fae would hold out in keeping up this cloaking barrier between them and the Endolans, she’d never been good at guessing how much power a Fae had, and it was almost always a tough call when she fought them. The last time she’d faced a Shifter it had fried her hair and burnt her nose pretty bad, she was sore for a week afterwards, despite the doctor’s saying that it’d healed up right as rain.

As if in response her nose twitched and she shifted it uncomfortably, scrunching it up in order to work out the itch, before eventually giving in and scratching it. Once finished she had another once-over of her sword and shield again. Well, technically it was more of a cleaver than a sword, but she didn’t mind, it was a mean-ass weapon when she got in swigging with it, she’d managed to fracture and break numerous bones with it just to prove that point home. The shield was like a Roman legionnaires, big and heavy and providing a lot of protection from incoming missiles, at least to her torso, her tail had to weather the damage somewhat, although it was uncommon for anything to cause significant damage, except when she’d nearly had the tip chewed off by an overly enthusiastic dragon.

Then again, she hadn’t been in a real battle before.

She wondered if it would be as exhilarating as practice, it was normal to find it unpleasant, but she actually enjoyed it. A primal part of her subconscious desired the knife edge style competition between life and death that it provided. A few times she had to hold herself back simply because she was getting too enthusiastic about it, and she felt like she was losing control.

That worried her.

She liked combat somehow, she guess it helped her work out of some unknown deep set subconscious anger issues, because she always found herself becoming more unforgiving and wrathful in her approach to her opponents. Maybe she better see someone about that at some point, but in the middle of an invasion wasn’t the time for seeing a shrink. 

She waved her legs back and forth on her ledge again and smiled as the breeze blew her hair from behind her, a warm summer day, she just hoped she could enjoy it after the battle, and there wouldn’t be too much blood to spill in the fray. 

She let out a little hum and waited; finally back in control and keeping her cool for the coming battle, her pseudo-scales sending pleasurable feelings up her arms as she somewhat basked in the sun’s light. If she was in less of a pickle along with the academy she would have chosen to go out and bask in the academy ground, making time for a good mid-afternoon snooze in the process. She wished she’d had that option.

[i]‘Stupid Endolan’s ruining my basking time…’[/i]

She wiggled her toes and wished she had a flute to play at that moment.

Flutes were awesome.

[i]‘Toot, toot, toot.’[/i]