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Lilith Saatus - 8.2.2017

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THIS IS A DRAFT. IT’S MERELY A SCRIBBLE/CONCEPT COMPARED TO WHAT I PLAN TO WRITE IN THE FUTURE. PLEASE DO NOT CRITICISE GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES AS THIS HAD NOT BEEN PROOF READ, MERELY JUST STRETCHING MY METAPHORICAL LEGS.

The day started just as it always did. Boring. Lilith Saatus was young, beautiful but a hybrid. A dangerous thing to be in during these times, times of war. The Aorcs and Humans were still at each others throats as much as they were a decade ago when the conflict began. Being part Aorc meant being hated by the pre-dominant human population of the Ironclad continent, meaning Lilith's life was in considerable amount of danger. Many would assume she was safe. She was rich and the daughter of the most powerful man in the country, Vale's political leader, the High Lord Victor Saatus himself. Even so, this didn't mean a lack of extremist's willing to resort to tactics of all lengths to take the life of his daughter. Lilith was favoured to be the next High Lady by many due to her calm and collected demeanour, intelligence and fantastic public relation skills, but not everyone was as open minded as she liked. As reports from the frontline flooded in of the conflict becoming more and more heated, racism and abuse towards Vale's and the rest of Ironclads Hybrid residents was on the up, Lilith was shocked when she realised how much hatred there was towards Hybrids of all variety. At this present time it didn't seem to matter what blood you were descended from, if you were a Hybrid then you were fair game. She sighed and layed back on her bed, still bored. Like yesterday and the day before that. It was like being under house arrest, she knew being confined to her private living quarters was for her own safety, and her brother Lucius and sister Vanessa were also currently subjected to the same thing. The logical and safe reasoning she played on loop in her head still didn't help the fact that she was bored out of her skull, it was that terrible sort of boredom that nothing would help with. Films, books, any form of activity seemed too mundane right now to even lift a finger too. A loud rumble in her slender stomach broke the silence. Whether it was brought by the boredom or not, she didn't care. Deciding finally lift herself of the bed, she exited her bedroom and gracefully walked to the kitchen. Her legs were slender and strong, leading up to a perfectly proportioned torso with strong and elegant arms attached. Her face was almost angelic, ice blue eyes, a small but well placed nose and lush full lips. Her ears were something she truely despised about her appearance though, elongated and pointed. Hybrids had many subtype depending which species the invidual was descended from, Lilith was very unique in that she contained genetic relation to Wyvernute, Aorccenhide and Human. Her father being Human, of course and her mother, also a Hybrid herself, who was half Aorc and half Nute. Known commonly as an Imp. Half Aorc and Human Hybrids were known as Elves, Half Nute and Human were known as Fae. Having a collective of all three species within her, Lilith was an Elfen Fae, and her elongated Aorc-like ears displayed that so, whilst her large eyes displayed the Nute trait's within her. Part Mammal, part reptilian and part amphibian. Elfen Fae were the rarest of Hybrids, Lilith knew this all too well thanks to the poking and prodding over the years of the media, the fuss was unnecessary in Lilith's eyes, she didn't want to be regarded as a higher being just because of her genetics. If she were completely honest with herself, she would have rather have been Human. Lucky creatures with there smaller ears, her large and overwhelming attachments just looked obscene and was often the butt of many jokes from bullies and siblings alike. Another thing the media liked to seize on to, the 'fashion police' posted many a picture on blogs and magazines along with vicious and snide comments of the true 'eye sore' that were her ears. Her skin was a greyish pigment, another insult that often was hurled at Hybrids was 'stillborn' and 'zombies' or just the simple but demeaning 'grey skins'. Nine out of ten Hybrids would display a grey pigmentation in there skin no matter what traits there parents displayed, Lilith never minded that, it wasn't a dead looking grey. If ever there was a healthy grey, she and many other Hybrids had that. They were very much alive and ready live full lives, sadly if you weren't born into the right family there were less and less options for the Hybrid population to turn to. Many turned to more seedy means of earning a living or became to criminals and thieves. That certainly didn't help with the already racist image that Hybrids had, Lilith hoped to change all that once she was High Lady of Vale.

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[farawayfiction]

Another House, Another Attic

Prompt 466: “There was a very, very good reason he told us not to go near the attic. We just didn’t know it at the time.” (A/N: Another story based on the same prompt. This is part one.) There was a very, very good reason he told us not to go near the attic. We just didn’t know it at the time. I assumed it had something to do with the structure of the house. Abandoned places don’t always stand the test of time. Or survive the weather. Wood rots. Carpet molds. Small animals invade. Although some locations make for interesting pictures, not all are pretty pictures, if you get what I mean. Some are dangerous. I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t part of the fun. A little bit of fear can lead to one hell of a thrill. The house wasn’t much to look at. It was a simple one story affair, built I’d guess in the early 1900s. The front door and the windows on either side were already missing. Most of the white paint had pealed away. The red roof provided the only real color contrast. She’d been unoccupied for a long time. Her interior was probably documented on every exploration site known to man. I cursed myself for not doing my homework. In the end, it didn’t stop me. The inside was just as exciting as the outside. All evidence of furniture was gone. There were no old pictures, books, or appliances. Rotting or intact. It was cleaned out, right down to the floor. I let me camera drop to my side. There wasn’t even graffiti to capture. In retrospect, I should have found that freaky. No abandoned place is ever free of graffiti. Andy found the stairs up to the attic towards the back. He tentatively put his weight on the first step. It squeaked and flexed but otherwise held. The second step was in far worse shape. Andy’s boot pushed right through it, rotten all the way through. A short cry of surprise quickly turned to nervous laughter. “Watch out for this one, man,” he warned, as if I hadn’t just witnessed the collapse for myself. The rickety stairs had other squishy steps. We proceeded slowly, testing each before proceeding. An awkward zigzag path led us to a door situated on a small landing. This should have weirded me out too. What attic has its own landing? Andy hesitantly reached for the doorknob but didn’t actually grasp it. Instead he glanced back over his shoulder at me. “Go for it,” I encouraged. I sure wasn’t going back down those steps without something to show for myself. One trip and no photographs equaled wasted time. “Why don’t you do it?” I didn’t understand his misgivings until he gestured downward. From under the door, a light shined forth.

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White House Denied Speech Suggesting Pre-1967 Borders for Israel

If there was no draft of the speech the Obama gave, where he said that "America is for" setting Israel's borders back to where they were pre-1967, how would everyone know that was what he was going to say?

White House press secretary Jay Carney is a bumbling, incompetent, little weasel who walked a fine line between being his usual incompetent self and being a liar when briefing the White House Press Corps.

Q Jay, can you speak to this report that the President -- there’s a draft of the speech floating around that says the President will urge Israel to withdraw to the pre-1967 borders --

MR. CARNEY: Yes, I can. That report is completely false. We have not shared a draft of the speech with anyone outside of the administration.

Q Will he talk about, for example, the 1967 borders?

MR. CARNEY: I don’t want to get into the specifics of his discussion at all. But I can tell you that no one outside of this administration has been shown a draft of the speech.

Q So that report is inaccurate in that it says that there’s a draft copy of the speech.

MR. CARNEY: Well, a report that says that it has specifics about a speech based on a draft that doesn’t exist -- I don’t have any comment on the content of a draft that doesn’t exist, because no draft has been shared with anyone outside of the administration.

Government Corruption Exposed from the Midwestwest - usbacklash.org

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