Cast Out
As a young wolf Lilith was judged too weak by
her pack. Instead of teaching her, they
abandoned her. Confusion curdled into fear, and
fear into a hard rule carved into her heart:
anyone who came close would leave her sooner or
later. She met the world with growls and bared
fangs so it could not hurt her first.
Learning To Survive
Alone, she taught herself to track and hunt,
stalking rabbits through rain-slick undergrowth,
stealing scraps from larger predators when she
had to. Each day on her paws hardened her
muscles and sharpened her instincts. Her body
grew strong, yet her trust stayed brittle and
thin as ice.
The Cliff
One storm-heavy day a pack of hyenas cornered
her, cackling and circling while she backed
toward the edge of a cliff. She snarled and
snapped, refusing to show fear, paws slipping
closer to open air. The ground gave way beneath
her and she lunged for the only thing left - a
lonely branch jutting from the cliff face. It
caught in her jaws but her grip was fading. As
the branch tore free she screamed for help and
dropped into the void.
Caught By Sky
Before the rocks could rise up to meet her,
wings did. A pegasus stallion dove through the
rain, feathers cutting the storm in two, and
caught her mid-fall. Cradled against his chest,
drenched and shaking, Lilith stared at her
rescuer and rasped the only question that made
sense: “Why did you save me?”
First Answer, Then Home
He only smiled, as if the question itself was
strange, and carried her back to safety. His
name was Mistral Dreamer. Instead of leaving her
in some field he brought her home, offered a
room that was hers, and treated her as a guest
instead of a burden. Lilith kept her distance at
first, suspicious eyes following him around the
house, waiting for the moment he would decide
she was too much trouble.
Trust, Carefully Grown
The moment never came. Day after day Mistral
tended to her wounds, shared meals, listened
when she snapped and growled and tried to push
him away. His answer to all of it was steady
kindness. The walls around her heart did not
crumble. They softened. A shared joke here, a
quiet evening there, and the distance between
them shortened pawstep by pawstep.
Belonging
With time she realized something terrifying and
wonderful: he was not going to abandon her. He
made space for her moods and her scars, for her
fierce protectiveness and the rare gentle
moments she tried to hide. Somewhere along the
way trust turned into love. Now Lilith shares
her life with the stallion who caught her, the
only one she truly trusts, and together they
await the arrival of their first foal-pup, a
living proof that her story did not end at the
cliff.
