don't forget the violence
T
he kelpie finds herself on the island again and it has drastically changed. Last time she had been here with a witch that filled her with more fury than even Anandi ever gave her. They had been surrounded by an illusion of the night sky as stars and celestial bodies floated around them.Now, there is only death.
When Lucinda emerges from the sea, Abraxia meets her by the water's edge, concern in the folds of her skin. There is not much the dragon fears, but something about this place makes her uncertain. For Lucinda, it sings a song she has only learned since being turned.
There is a ribcage where a bridge should be. Her hooves remember stepping onto the hardened lava rock the last time she had been here, but instead they make a different sound as they hit the bone. It reminds her of how her jaws crunch into the marrow of a kill and every part of her feels alive the further down she gets.
Her dragon follows closely behind, eyeing the way the shadows make stranger shapes than normal or how the light from the not-sun shines on everything here. When they reach the city, it looks abandoned, but it's in the distance that everything is alive. There is a mix of screaming and singing (or perhaps it's both), it almost covers the gentle sound of the wind chimes in front of one of the lost shops. Then there is a man, a unicorn, who she's never seen before.
"Are you lost?" Lucinda asks, although there is a want, a hunger, in her green eyes. She normally feels this way by the sea, but this island calls to her in a different yet similar way. She wonders if this man feels it too.
{ @martell "speaks" }
