Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Lucrecia sat at her table, chewing on the mutton given to her by the serving woman. The meat was well-spiced, though overcooked, making it a task to chew through. She ripped through the tough meat with more force than was ladylike. She almost asked the woman to take it back and bring her something... bloodier. She pulled herself in check before she opened her mouth. What was she thinking? She hated her meat bloody. She shook her head at herself and silently dismissed the other woman. Lucrecia looked a little worse for wear. Her dark blue eyes kept darting around the common room in a half crazed manner. She could swear that people were talking, but no one's mouth moved. All were silent, minding their own business. The brunette simply tried to block out the voices and concentrate on her food, but it seemed to be in vain. The voices continued, like whispers in her mind. Her ears heard nothing, but she could definitely 'hear' people talking. Broken sentences, fragmented words. The entire experience send chills down her spine, and put a strain on her nerves. A tug on her pant leg got her attention. She looked down under the table and found a large rat tugging on her pants, looking up at her, head tilted curiously as it looked at her with its tiny black eyes. Horned One in female human guise? She flung the retched thing away from her with a cry of disgust, sending its furred body sprawling across the common room. The creature got up and stared at her. She could hear a string of curses thrown at her by the rat. The rat! She put her head in her hands and stared at the rough wood of the table. What was happening to her? Could she really hear these animals' thoughts, or had she gone mad without knowing it? She could probably handle being mad, one had to be a little insane to be in her profession, but to actually hear these creatures' thoughts! She wanted nothing to do with it. She didn't notice when Vincent entered. Didn't notice.. or didn't care. She had her own problems right now. She planned to ignore everyone until she finished her meal, and then she planned to sleep. Maybe this was just a product of too little sleep. She touched her shoulder gingerly, she could feel the fresh scar under the thin material. If its just lack of sleep, then how did this heal so quickly? a traitorous little part of her asked. Once again the image of Haern, the Hunter flashed before her eyes. No. She didn't want to see Him. She didn't want the think about Him. She had never truly believed in the Gods, but this had been like a slap in the face. She heard Vincent speak to her, actually heard him. She could tell how different hearing a human voice was compared to the voices of those animals she had heard speak. She pulled in all her composer, which had fled her since her encounter with the wolves, and gave him a cool look. Unlike the serving girl, Vincent's looks did little to affect her. She preferred her men to be warriors, muscular men whom she never had to speak to, Most of the time, she didn't even know their names. She didn't care for relationships, she couldn't afford one, so she slept with whom she pleases, and never thought of them again afterwards. Depends on your definition of 'beautiful.' Personally, I think its a shitty night. She practically growled at him. She was not in any sort of mood to get hit on. She glanced at the raven on the man's shoulder and winced, not wanted to hear the feathered being's thoughts. She had had enough of hearing voices in her head. listulistulistulistulistu