She's not sure if it's the smell of blood or the sound of a spar that catches her attention. Either way, it's the blood that keeps her going forward.
Within her is a new purpose and stronger senses. Ever since Anandi changed her, she's felt more alive. It's like she had truly been killed only to be reborn into this new version of herself. Despite the rocky first impression she got from the other kelpie, Lucinda has learned to adjust to her new body (for the most part). Being more attuned to the sea will still take some getting used to, as will her other form underwater. Fins and gills are silly things really and she hasn't decided yet if she enjoys life in the sea. While it calls to her, she doesn't always answer. Perhaps it's the same reason she refuses to answer to Anandi. She is too stubborn and independent.
For now, she walks along the beach, the sea air tousling her mane. Below, the water laps at her heels as the tide comes in and out. It's almost reaching for her and begging her to come in. She feels that tug again, but keeps walking forward. Above her, Abraxia flies high in the air. High enough to keep an eye on Lu, but also where it's harder for others to see her.
With Diaval's return, it's complicated things. She has evolved into a creature of chaos, even more so now. She is no longer the woman that once ruled the Moors with her brother. She was too young and naive then, which ultimately led to their downfall. But when she looks at him, it feels like she is young again and the guilt is overwhelming. The things she's done, what she's become, they are things he would see her differently for. He would not love her anymore - he would be afraid.
Maybe he's seen her sharp teeth, maybe he hasn't. Either way, she's determined to keep it all from him. She doesn't want him to find out or to worry. She wants everything to be the way it used to be whenever he's around.
And that is why she follows the scent of blood. Diaval is elsewhere and he'll never know what might transpire on this beach.
Lucinda approaches the woman who is kneeling, curious and hungry all at once. However, she keeps her composure and just offers a fake, warm smile.
"Rough day, stranger?" she asks, stopping by the mare's side and looking down. It would be so easy to knock her down, sink her teeth into her neck and drag her into the sea, but that could always come later.
The sea seems to react with Lucinda and becomes wilder by the minute. Dark gray clouds are beginning to roll in with an oncoming storm, setting a grim mood for their evening. She welcomes it, unphased by a little rain and lightning.
"Speaking."
Within her is a new purpose and stronger senses. Ever since Anandi changed her, she's felt more alive. It's like she had truly been killed only to be reborn into this new version of herself. Despite the rocky first impression she got from the other kelpie, Lucinda has learned to adjust to her new body (for the most part). Being more attuned to the sea will still take some getting used to, as will her other form underwater. Fins and gills are silly things really and she hasn't decided yet if she enjoys life in the sea. While it calls to her, she doesn't always answer. Perhaps it's the same reason she refuses to answer to Anandi. She is too stubborn and independent.
For now, she walks along the beach, the sea air tousling her mane. Below, the water laps at her heels as the tide comes in and out. It's almost reaching for her and begging her to come in. She feels that tug again, but keeps walking forward. Above her, Abraxia flies high in the air. High enough to keep an eye on Lu, but also where it's harder for others to see her.
With Diaval's return, it's complicated things. She has evolved into a creature of chaos, even more so now. She is no longer the woman that once ruled the Moors with her brother. She was too young and naive then, which ultimately led to their downfall. But when she looks at him, it feels like she is young again and the guilt is overwhelming. The things she's done, what she's become, they are things he would see her differently for. He would not love her anymore - he would be afraid.
Maybe he's seen her sharp teeth, maybe he hasn't. Either way, she's determined to keep it all from him. She doesn't want him to find out or to worry. She wants everything to be the way it used to be whenever he's around.
And that is why she follows the scent of blood. Diaval is elsewhere and he'll never know what might transpire on this beach.
Lucinda approaches the woman who is kneeling, curious and hungry all at once. However, she keeps her composure and just offers a fake, warm smile.
"Rough day, stranger?" she asks, stopping by the mare's side and looking down. It would be so easy to knock her down, sink her teeth into her neck and drag her into the sea, but that could always come later.
The sea seems to react with Lucinda and becomes wilder by the minute. Dark gray clouds are beginning to roll in with an oncoming storm, setting a grim mood for their evening. She welcomes it, unphased by a little rain and lightning.
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