Like some child she wandered looking for something to eat. For for once in her life she wished to expose this ravishing, almost deadite body undead body.
Lucretia's figure returned almost perfectly. Although, the holes in her thigh and torso seemed to mar her rather sexy figure, and it pissed her off a tad. But she would forever maintain her new found body by the feasting of flesh, of which she was rather lusty in for the moment.
Fingertips ran over her sunken eyes, her cheeks, the almost deathly pale skin that now dorned her meat. This was too good to be true!

Beauty was returned with her, and now, she can finally work more efficently as a messanger, get money, buy weapons and armour to go with her cloak, and to finally become the dangerous being she once was! Heck! With the trainning of Necromancy and her Shadow Magic (of which she did not reveal all to much, saving it for battle), she would become to most powerful Dreadlord Ayreg will ever have!
What storm that it doesn't know grows beneath it's feet! How can it not see the Darkness that lurks in it's corners?! Whatever, as long as Ayreg was in control of this power Lucretia would be right by his side, defending him. But her thoughts of deception as Lucretia not only got her guilty, but, also afraid of her punishment.

But that was just her opinion in herself. For now though, she needed to eat to maintain the figure. And, her usual choice, the gristly homeless people that littered the streets of this silent, peaceful city.
For a moment, she catches the glimpse of the usual raggedy man sleeping down allys, carboard box covering them meekly from the elements... The usual man begging on the side... But these did not interest her.

"Have you seen my Mommy?" Came an upset voice.
The cloaked and hooded Lucretia looked down, her shoulder-chin length hair falling down over her cheeks from the darkness of the hood. There before her was a child, herself too raggedy ridden.
"What's wrong?" Lucretia spoke as softly as the child, and even came to kneel down and look gently upon the child.
But, the her appearance scared the girl, and quickly she took a step back, now nervous to ask this dead-looking woman the question of which plagues her.
"... My... M-my mommy is missing." The child said through a soft sniffle, snorting away a tear.
Urgh. For a moment, Lucretia found the child disgusting. And, came to stare at her intently. What pretty young flesh - she thought, before holding the girls hand, and smirked her pale lips into a grin of which revealed, freshly stained bloodied teeth.
Yep. This would be the third today. Even her feet was muddy from berrying what was left of them in a field somewhere far out of the city. Infact. Close to where Ayreg had his little scarifice to his fake Gods.

Lucretia had promised the girl to find her parents, but the more they left the crowds, the more they came to grass and muddy fields, they stopped.
The girl, was afraid, and ripped her hand from her grasp, and began to ran away.
Lucretia in a madden laughter turned upon her heels, and held her hand out towards the girl, running frantically back to civilisation... And fell to the ground, with a cry, the sound of water splashing, and then a thud.
A long black-marble spike had appeared out of Lucretia's shadow, lengthed out to cut the poor girl's leg clean off at the knee.
Again, she laughed, as the spike then impaled the girl at the stump which bled heavily without it's leg, and dragged her towards Lucretia where she dragged the passed out girl, into a clearing of bushes. And ate.