Huffing in annoyance with the idiocy of the security of Suna, a village whose image was drastically collapsing in her eyes, Lilith complied. Making the change as quick as possible, not in the least wishing to only expand the wretched woman’s already inaccurate and insulting mental assumption, the last of the items Lilith handed over was the necklace she recovered from one of the deceased ninjas fought in Konoha.
‘Odd enough, I’ve grown fond of this weird little charm in the short time I’ve had it.’
Her blood once again began to boil as they noticed their unconscious companions dressed in the same garb, though Lilith focused solely on Rika. Her teeth ground against each other as a growl threatened to escape her at the thought of some crude Sand ninja undressing her unconscious form, even if she was redressed afterward. The comment the woman made as they continued to walk caused Lilith to scoff in response.
“Oh yes, I’m so~ ashamed of escaping the deathtrap Konoha was turned into with my life; how will I ever repent making sure I lived to see another sun rise?” Even without her scythe, Lilith had made a silent vow to cut this woman down with her sharp sarcasm whenever possible, as petty as it was.
The rest of the time, Lilith remained silent, partially wishing they’d at least give her, her novel back to pass the time. When her time comes, Lilith let out a small sigh, muttering under her breath, but loud enough for anyone willing to listen to hear,
“Whatever…”
01-27-2011, 06:25 PM
