WOTD: Abject.
Lonnng and rambly, haha! My muse is toying with me... 
... And Lucia's all wet... XD
The thunder cracked into the fragile atmosphere, the dark clouds rolling in quietly and undetected. Lucia had been paying little attention to the world around her, finding it bright and early. It had not occurred to her that it would change, as it rarely ever did. But for whatever reason, nature seemed kind today, bringing rain to her doorstep, and though it was yet to bleed from the heavens, just knowing it was coming made Lucia’s body quiver in excitement. This, however, didn’t change the fact that she still did not like how much the stranger stared at her. She could feel movement in her stomach, frustration and nerves squeezed together into a tiny ball that played pinball with her organ, slowly working its way up to her throat. It would eventually reside there for an undecided amount of time; it would be irritating as hell.
What was he thinking about? He stared at her so hypnotised. Lucia knew she was fascinating, and it wasn’t particularly for great reasons. She had scars, tattoos, piercings… her fur as dark as night, which some considered a bigger sin than the body modification itself. They were strange, their beliefs were messed up. How could fur colour affect somebody? It didn’t make them good or evil; it didn’t make them destined for heaven or hell… did it? Lucia’s mind questioned everything. Yes, he was definitely making her uncomfortable, for she now pondered on the pointless questions that meant very little to her. She did it simply to forget he was watching her.
It took him a while to respond to her question. This vexed the ebony female greatly. She was impatient these days, finding herself annoyed by the tiniest details. Perhaps it was the daily hangovers that crept over her so often in the early mornings, or perhaps it was simply the fact that she found many of those she came across stupid, or just simply oblivious to everything. So many females she had spoken to did not understand how men used them, how they were swept off their paws simply for sex and occasional conversation, only to one day be left in the dust. It frustrated Lucia beyond words… not because she cared about them, but simply because it meant there were more men out there who felt they could get away with that shit. That was the crime here. That was something Lucia just did not want to deal with, god forbid she ever came across anything like that again.
‘Zalen’ he had said, his voice shockingly soft. Lucia’s mind tried to process this. He was quiet, calm, gentlemen of sorts. This didn’t fit with her theory, it didn’t fit with her evidence. She dug her claws into the ground slightly, angered by the whole ordeal. Lucia hated not knowing something for certain, hated feeling like something was trying to turn her world upside-down. This was one of those moments, well… it was one big rabbit hole, sending her spiralling into wonderland without so much as a cheesy Cheshire smile and a manically laugh that could easily match hers without much effort.
“Zalen, huh…” She replied quietly, a small rumble in her voice. The racing of her mind, the constant abject thoughts and feelings, it burned her skull like acid. She wanted it to stop, but she wasn’t done eating yet. She had to shove through it, had to deal with the current situation. With that, she took another bite of the carcass, determined to get at least one more decent mouthful before the rain came to wash the nicer tastes away.
Silence rolled in, bar the occasional rolling thundercloud making a name for itself in the nearby surroundings. She chewed quietly, staring like a freshly untouched canvass. She was blank, uncaring. This conversation was purely to make time go by; she was not being friendly in any way. She would keep telling herself that. It helped her convince herself that this whole scenario was just one big sexual encounter with her skull.
Another growl escaped the sky above them; the rain would be here soon. Lucia could feel her whole body tremble with anticipation. Something about the magnificent power of a storm touched every part of the ebony female. It was the magnitude of it all. The flashes of lightning that tore through the sky, the bullets of rain that tried to rip through the flesh of the world, the growls of thunder that matched the sound of fighting wolves. It was magical in her eyes; it was different… like her. It made her feel at peace in a way, but it would never last long. The alcohol, however, was a different story. That always worked so well.
‘You remind me of my mother…’ The statement caught her off guard. Her eyes snapped back into reality, and she stared at him silently. She was stunned, amused even. It took all her strength not to burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. Her mind threw out all sorts of insults and jokes she could make, but Lucia found little function in her mouth. She was speechless it seemed. Was it the thunderstorm making this male say such ridiculous things, or was it simply that he was just another bag of hot air, like all the rest of them? If this was some coy way of making her fall into his gaze, agree to be his personal slave, or anything of the sorts, it was badly done. That was not a compliment whatsoever, even if his mother had been some sort of martyr or princess, or anything really. Lucia was just plain Lucia; she was not the reincarnation or resemblance of anyone or anything. The idea that anyone could think otherwise just pissed her off even more.
Letting out a small snarl of disapproval, Lucia finally found the ability to speak again. Yet, as her dark lips parted, tongue about to roll words through their silence, the rain fell. Powerful droplets crashed around them, the sound was music to her ears. A cruel, macabre smile stole her face, and something psychotic shifted in her eyes momentarily. Looking around, she felt her body relax slightly. The weather always had affected Lucia’s moods, and the fact that it was no longer hot or bright sunshine made her feel so much better. The hangover was slowly slipping away, the rain clinging to her fur and her hair glimmering as it slowly became soaked and flattened against her back. She shook herself down slightly, and her green eyes turned back to the strange male in front of her. Lips parted one more time and the words that followed were dripping in sarcasm. That was all she could muster. Lucia did not care for others anymore; she did not want to communicate with pleasantries and sympathy. Instead, she just pretended she was emotionless… pretended that nothing mattered to her. It worked, for she could act extraordinarily well, but the mask could only stay on for so long. One day it would crash and burn, but when that day would come… well, that was as unpredictable as the weather these days, it seemed.
“What a very strange thing to say… Don’t tell me… She was an utter lunatic too, right?”