Lucy Ravenlock had managed to get to the Red Dragon Inn and ran into her Mother for emotional support. She entered looking less than great, her entire being was covered in mud and well... Charlotte was rightly scared out of her wits to discover that the mud was lightly caked in blood. Using her magic Charlotte removed the mud from her velvet clothing, but the damage to it was done and the rips and scags of the fabric ruined it completely. Her velvet and laced choker with her initials were just fine though, she had protected that when... It happened.
All shackles upon her powers, were gone.
A good nap, she left her Mom in the bed, bare footed; as she lost her shoes on the way here - she returned back into the woods... Back to the body of Drake... A long trek early that morning took her to mid afternoon to find the half gnawed and chewed boy, pale as death, maggots already chewing away at his skin.
And Nana, finally, was found again. The Moor Cat was by the body, stareing with her head dropped, and, Lucy ran to her side hugging most tightly. She thought Nana was dead too and now seeing her friend just made her day that somewhat better.
Further hours were spent, watching the dead body. Unable to touch it... Unable to bring herself to finally realising that this boy who she began to have strong unusual feelings for was... Gone.
Dead.
But the wolves did not go without punishment, their pale and rotting organs were casted about the tree tops, long tendrils of intestines hanging down along with shards of furr upon the points of each and every branch.
Two of the wolves were completely torn apart, while one, had been disintergrated into nothing.
Now, she could say it.
"I love you..." She whispered before standing, turning her gaze up the banking, up to the path... As she began to climb, Nana by her side, looking at her more than concerned.
And there it was.
The walls of the Abbey... There was a definite movement inside of there. Nana, tired from the walk had made herself quite comfortable on being draped around the girl's shoulders like some scarf fast sleeping, both of Lucy's hands there to support her.
She moved into the grounds, her headress billowing in the wind that came, her torn skirt revealing more than her thighs - her pink underwear, her jacket torn at the sleeves and stomach revealing the undergarment of her see-through frilly-like vest.
Hair thick still with mud it swayed more like one massive clump than individual strands.
Still though, her hands were drenched in blood... But her eyes were different in their expression: they were solid, narrowed and glareing. Confident, and almost angry; more at herself than anything. The worse thing was, that glare resembled perfectly of Renna's. And that too, scared the shit out of Charlotte.
She waltzed in like nothing had happened. And was moving back towards her dorm through the grounds when she saw Rienna, Nyu, and others searching for her.
Lucy stopped and stared at them all. And probably the first thing they would had noticed was her appearance and how drastic it looked, the blood for instance, but most of all the distortion in the air around her. Her form was not only different but her body too had released an energy that was familiar but menacing and brooding - nothing like Lucy of course, she was always the same child, but, one could say that the energy given off from her form as that of Darkin and Renna. A strong pressence of both within her, but no life forces.
She was in total control of both their powers, even if somewhat unrefined, time would only yeild to her the ability to use these powers properly.
And what was the distortion? The vectors, the vasts amount of them moving high above her form clearly by ten meters, the grass around her pressed tightly down by the shape of the almost invisible claws.
Standing there now... She would wonder what would be said by Rienna, Nyu or worse... her Father.
All shackles upon her powers, were gone.
A good nap, she left her Mom in the bed, bare footed; as she lost her shoes on the way here - she returned back into the woods... Back to the body of Drake... A long trek early that morning took her to mid afternoon to find the half gnawed and chewed boy, pale as death, maggots already chewing away at his skin.
And Nana, finally, was found again. The Moor Cat was by the body, stareing with her head dropped, and, Lucy ran to her side hugging most tightly. She thought Nana was dead too and now seeing her friend just made her day that somewhat better.
Further hours were spent, watching the dead body. Unable to touch it... Unable to bring herself to finally realising that this boy who she began to have strong unusual feelings for was... Gone.
Dead.
But the wolves did not go without punishment, their pale and rotting organs were casted about the tree tops, long tendrils of intestines hanging down along with shards of furr upon the points of each and every branch.
Two of the wolves were completely torn apart, while one, had been disintergrated into nothing.
Now, she could say it.
"I love you..." She whispered before standing, turning her gaze up the banking, up to the path... As she began to climb, Nana by her side, looking at her more than concerned.
And there it was.
The walls of the Abbey... There was a definite movement inside of there. Nana, tired from the walk had made herself quite comfortable on being draped around the girl's shoulders like some scarf fast sleeping, both of Lucy's hands there to support her.
She moved into the grounds, her headress billowing in the wind that came, her torn skirt revealing more than her thighs - her pink underwear, her jacket torn at the sleeves and stomach revealing the undergarment of her see-through frilly-like vest.
Hair thick still with mud it swayed more like one massive clump than individual strands.
Still though, her hands were drenched in blood... But her eyes were different in their expression: they were solid, narrowed and glareing. Confident, and almost angry; more at herself than anything. The worse thing was, that glare resembled perfectly of Renna's. And that too, scared the shit out of Charlotte.
She waltzed in like nothing had happened. And was moving back towards her dorm through the grounds when she saw Rienna, Nyu, and others searching for her.
Lucy stopped and stared at them all. And probably the first thing they would had noticed was her appearance and how drastic it looked, the blood for instance, but most of all the distortion in the air around her. Her form was not only different but her body too had released an energy that was familiar but menacing and brooding - nothing like Lucy of course, she was always the same child, but, one could say that the energy given off from her form as that of Darkin and Renna. A strong pressence of both within her, but no life forces.
She was in total control of both their powers, even if somewhat unrefined, time would only yeild to her the ability to use these powers properly.
And what was the distortion? The vectors, the vasts amount of them moving high above her form clearly by ten meters, the grass around her pressed tightly down by the shape of the almost invisible claws.
Standing there now... She would wonder what would be said by Rienna, Nyu or worse... her Father.