[color=lightblue][h2]Lilith[/h2]
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[i]"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean that I don't have feelings."[/i]

Her cold stare connected with a young man, and she found herself lost in his green gaze momentarily. Taking notice of the man in flip flops next to him, her evil haunting eyes bounced back and forth from the two men. They were staring, something she was used too but despised. Yes, she was dead. Yes, she was covered in horrendous scars and open wounds that oozed a ghostly black cloud which cycled slowly down to join the larger one that hid the lower part of her body. A part of her wanted to lash out at them for staring. Didn't their mothers teach them about respect. Instead, she stared coldly back at them, hoping to scare them with her lethal appearance. It usually worked. People didn't like to engage themselves with someone who looked like Lilith. [@Dark Light][@Billsomething]

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