[M] Body Maintenance

Lucia Cabriel · 07-17-2011, 02:21 PM

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Lucia always had liked the effect water and blood made. She couldn’t help but watch as they mingled on the ground beneath her. It was almost like Mother Nature herself was cleansing the area. The rain had fully drenched her now, her long dark hair flat against her back, and covering part of her face. Little droplets dripped down from the ends of her hair, causing her to blink rapidly as they fell into her eyes.

It was a strange feeling, sharing her joy with another. It was probably well established at this point how the weather had shifted Lucia’s mood, and thus, he would know what made her feel better. This was not something that the ebony female desired to happen. In her mind he could use this against her somehow, make her fall into a trap… or something, anything. She was just sure he would use her; she just couldn’t prove it yet.

Evaluating the male that stood in front of her, Lucia couldn’t help but notice how his hair had started to curl. It hadn’t occurred to her at first to look any further than his face, but after dragging her eyes across him once more, the gaps began to fill. She caught glimpse of the braid in his hair, the loosened grip sending little wisps to get flattened against his body by the downpour. His face was smoother than she imagined, the blood now fading around his mouth. The silver loops in his left ear glistened in her vision, reminding her of her own two loops that resided in her right ear. Eventually she wanted more but since her return she had not acquired the tools to do so, but at this point, she was also contemplating just doing it with her daggers.

Realising she was now in fact staring at the peculiar male, Lucia diverted her eyes toward the canopy. Just past the tops of the trees, through little gaps in the leaves, Lucia managed to see part of the lightning. She wondered if it would hit any of the trees around them, whether it would cause a fire anywhere, but most of all she just wondered what it was like to fly in a storm. She wanted to be a bird, she wanted to see it like them.

Another rumble of thunder came and went, but it wasn’t that that caught Lucia’s attention. Laughter had rose from the silence between the two, and like clockwork, Lucia’s head had snapped back around to glare at the dark gentleman. She felt a small snarl catch in her throat, it almost stopped her breathing. Letting it subside back into the pit of her stomach, the ebony woman let him have his moment.

Once the laughter had died, Lucia feeling particularly annoyed that it had been because of her words, she walked past the stranger. Her steps were light and gentle, contrasting greatly with the overall image she tried to give about herself. She stopped at the base of a tree, turned back to face him, and sat against the bark. The wetness tickled the back of her legs and tail as she curled it around her. Staring blankly at him, clearly not amused by the fact he had laughed at her, Lucia spoke. It was quiet under the loud cracks of thunder, but whether he heard her or not, well… she didn’t care.

“And who says I have a gaze? Maybe you’re just imagining things… Ever thought of that?” She paused, flicking her head in an awkward manner, trying to get the hair out of her eyes. She was too busy fiddling with the pouch in her lap to use her hands. That and it was just too much effort at the moment. “And what kind of name is Zalen anyway?”

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