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he two are an odd pair, but Lucinda doesn't mind. If anything, these are the kind of creatures she prefers to be around. They understand the language she sometimes doesn't know how to put into words. It's more of an instinct, close to hunger, and she lives for it. She will kill for it.When the woman's beast has destroyed the one vulture, he is off to hunt the others that have tried to settle farther away. She starts to follow and Lucinda does too. There is something in the way she says those words to the kelpie that invokes a fire in her. A desire, even. Her eyes are alight when the mare uses her tail as the spear to hold up the vulture's head as a war flag. She smiles, her teeth already full of blood and feathers, but will gladly take more of it.
Her heart is chanting more, more, more as she goes with them. Abraxia follows from the air and the four of them sing a war song only predators know.
i wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
you're my kill of the night
@Thana
