The pleasure of this moment will only exist in memory; the same for pain. Joy, regret, anger, all of it will only come after. In the moment itself, all she feels is instinct. The primitive self, fulfilled. Overflowing. Complete clarity of intent: Bite, drag, lick, twist. This is what she was made for; priestess of blood. Saint of unbecoming. She laughs, the sound muffled like a kiss in Lucinda’s blood-slick neck.
This is what it means to be holy.
She’s waiting for the fear. It colors the blood, sweetens the flesh. Most importantly, it means she’s won. A single tremor of terror and she would end it all, triumphant. Instead she hears strangled laughter. Laughter, the audacity. Anandi snarls and tightens her grip, dragging her prey deeper into the dark water.
And then there is a dragon suddenly swooping in. She rolls to the left, but sees him too late to dodge completely. The rake of his claws in her shoulder is distinct: three long slashes in the supple silver-grey of her thick skin. Pain is not a feeling but a color, a smear of crimson on a black curtain. She screams, enraged, then bites Lucinda again, this time in the jugular. A bite to kill.
Anandi pulls the pegasus down into the water, dragging her beneath the surface where the dragon could not strike. She wraps her long tail around the other mare’s body and she drowns her in that serpentine embrace.
But you see, for a kelpie there are instincts even stronger than killing. Even stronger than eating.
Anandi is the facade of a girl hiding a monster hiding a god. And like any god, all she really wants is to create.
This is what it means to be holy.
The pegasus would wake up the next day on the shoreline with a headache and a hunger. Anandi would not be there to teach her how to survive as a kelpie. The woman would learn, or she would die.
corrupts absolutely,
or almost.
A N A N D I
@Lucinda this was so much fun <3
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
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