Six senses filled with dragonfire swelled with the approaching storm, red-gold hair flowing around her like a fountain of flame, her skirts whipping about her ankles.
"Lightning, I fear you no more- do your worst!" she growled to the blackening clouds.
In response, a forked bolt issued from the sky and in a crack of thunder, the rain came in heavy sheets. Kiernan threw her head back, laughing heartily as electricity coursed through her hair and around her fingers in hissing tendrils.
Others had tried to cage what was in side her only to have it rattle the bars until they shattered like glass, stinging her captors with the shards. Soon all had learned to let the dark fey come out and play lest its pent-up fury destroy everything around it.
Even now she knew they watched- some in fear, some in fascination- as lightning bolts crackled between her fingertips and she took pleasure in their awe, disdain, envy, and intimidation. She took sadiatic satisfaction in the fact that- no matter the niceties they afforded her in person- behind closed doors they silently cursed her, discussed ways of ridding themselves of her, but knew they could not do without her.
For no matter the dark side of Lillith, there was still the side that came to their defense, provided where there was need, and filled the hearth with song.
It was this side she wished they could focus on, but lightning is more dramatic than flowers, wolves more powerful than butterflies, and thunder more stirring than birdsong.
"Why you different? Why you that way?
If you don't get in line, they'll lock you away."
