[M] Body Maintenance

Lucia Cabriel · 07-15-2011, 02:51 PM

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The day looked to be bright and warm again. Lucia had lost count of how many days in a row that would be. It was humid, thick and musty. What was needed was a thunderstorm, but the more the obsidian female seemed to hope for one, the less they seemed to happen. However, there was still time. It was early enough in the morning for the weather to change course, and with the morbid chill from the night before still tickling the sunrise, there was a chance. That was all that the dark-furred woman needed.

Having slept rough again, this time on a branch not too far up one of the many trees, Lucia found it difficult to keep the rising sunlight out of her general direction. Groaning miserably, she tossed and turned on the branch for what seemed like a millennium, but it was no use. She could not get back to sleep, and the lurking hangover probably didn’t help none either. As such, Lucia was tempted by the idea to snatch up another bottle of whiskey, which she had hidden (badly) by the base of the tree, and devour the lot. Not only would it be likely she could sleep the day away, it could also stop the constant growls and grumbles from her stomach. She hadn’t eaten properly in days; she just didn’t have the motivation. She would pick and choose between berries and mushrooms every now and then, but it was not satisfactory. There was nothing better than the blood lust.

It was almost as though someone had read her mind. As soon as thoughts turned to her stomach, the morning bird songs and natural quietness of the woods was interrupted. The sound of running hooves and panting jaws took place of the irritating happy-go-lucky birds, and that peaceful atmosphere Lucia now despised. Rising from her wooden perch, she swung her legs around so that they dangled in the air whilst she sat upright. Looking around, a small snarl slipped from her jaw as Lucia’s malachite eyes fell upon the culprits.

Through a small break in the shrubbery came a fawn, racing for its life. Its little beady eyes were wide and fearing, and Lucia could almost taste the sweat on its brow. Its little heart must have been pounding in its chest, but Lucia felt no sympathy. Instead, she felt lust; the lust to want its flesh in her mouth and its blood down her chin. However, this was not to be. This tiny ineffectual creature was already being chased, and Lucia was in no mood to challenge them for the meal.

Watching the fawn shoot past her tree, the dark femme quickly took interest in the chaser. An athletic male, there wasn’t anything overly impressive with his muscular form, but he was attractive enough. They shared similar colouring in their fur, though Lucia faired herself slightly darker, and it appeared the male had orbs of green, but from such a height, it wasn’t as easy to tell. The creeping headache from her binge the night before was not a great help either.

Snorting bitterly as the male carried on by without even a glance at the female, Lucia swung herself down to the ground. Moaning grumpily under her breath, she rose to a stand and stretched. It was too early. She should be sleeping. But the smell of food and the idea that nearby someone else was enjoying such a delicious meal was no easy thing to ignore. Lucia planned to walk on by, see if the stranger would offer a starving female any food, devour it and move on. She wasn’t big on conversation, and she wasn’t particularly great with men these days either. She held little regard for them, viewed them as users. Her theory was that she would use and abuse them back just as hard. That she would hurt them harder than she had been hurt in the past. Lucia was all about revenge nowadays, and she trusted no one.

Walking a little down the way from where she had spied the cat-and-mouse game moments before, Lucia’s eyes narrowed as the sight of blood and organs came into her view. The stench was beautiful as it tickled her nostrils, her lips quivering with desire. Saliva was building in her mouth, but Lucia refused to drool. She was too proud to be desperate for even the tiniest scrap of food. She would just have to hope that her thinning body or her ruffled good looks were a good enough way for her to insert herself into this gory feast.

Standing there, statuesque and blank in expression, Lucia waited. She wanted to speak, wanted to ask for a bite, a scrap, the tiniest taste, but she didn’t. Not only out of pride, but the mouthful of saliva she was holding in. It would not have looked good if she spoke and dribbled all down herself. That would just not do. So she watched, watched as the shadow-painted male devoured the flesh, the liver and the heart... watched as blood splatter flew all over the ground. Watched as yet another creature lived a better life than her.

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