An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A dark Omen, or good luck?

Speech =''...''

Thoughts = [........]

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The evening wind gently pushed the Furines hanging from the ceiling, the tinkling sound of the small bells attached to the papers decorated their surroundings with a faint melody that dissipated with each gust of wind.

The clouds, scattered across the blue horizon, moved curiously extremely slowly in their mindless wandering. As if they were glued to the heavens rather than free to exert their own will, allowing in their stillness the rays of the evening sun to begin to paint the fields in a more scarlet hue as the star glowed more brightly as it started to settle beneath the mountains.

Her ears softly perked at the sound of the myriad of voices that laying outside the boundaries of her home.

She did not need to look down the open balcony to see the people of the tribe that were mingling to their own business, children and adults alike. The sound of mild laughter and conversations mixed with the hushes of mothers and the barking of fathers while further away she could hear the way tools clashed and echoed a bit abruptly with that ring of steel as others worked their craft.

For a tribe of Beast-kin which were considered thanks to the ill willed rumours of humans with small imaginations as more beast than men, they really put those notions to shame.

She sighed, slowly...placing one of her hands over her chest, the other falling limp on the floor while she leaned against the cool wooden frame of the door that led to the balcony. It was still warm from the time it had been exposed to the sun though, granting her no small amount of relief as she nudged against it,.

Something that she had done since she was just a toddler, and had the suspicion would continue to do onwards into the future.

A tick that soothed her, alleviate her self after a long day as she slowly retracted to a more childish, if just sloth like self. The same way a puppy would fall down asleep under the heat of its mothers embrace.

But it did not alleviate her doubts this time, those that had crawled inside her heart a few weeks ago and taken deep roots inside.

She sighed once more, the air coming from her lips cold while her lips turn downwards, growing stiff, bitter.

A book of ancient history laid ajar on a random page, the ink lying sparse on the yellowed pages, but legible enough to glimpse the message they were trying to communicate to those who might take the time to read it.

A book that would normally always lie between her slender fingers as she would spent the minutes reading the pages, humming a tune to herself as she did...

But right now, she felt no desire to read it..., she felt no desire to read anything.

She had not known that day would have come.

She bit her lip, what could she do now? What was left of her to do now? The answer she sought....did not exist.

The ones she feared however...

'' Lilim, my dear...finally I found you''

A soft and warm voice startled her from her thoughts, her eyes darted to her right in an instant, rapidly finding the culprit of the agitation in her heart. They widened when they did, softening and closing to a half lid afterwards...

Only to open a little more wide again once she realized that it was Her.

''Mom? You should not be here''