Lucrais Eubh MacLagain

A Cat Sidhe that lusts for souls.

Description

Like any Cait Sidhe, Lucrais possesses two forms. The first is of a Scottish Wildcat. Her fierce, hazel eyes are set against auburn-brown fur, swirled with dark brown patterns. There is a white tuft of hair just at her neck, though it hides in the rest of the colors. She weighs about thirteen pounds, somewhat larger than the average house cat. Her stance is intimidating, but soft expression and shape may lead one to believe she is but a harmless, tamed cat. Her second appearance possesses the same hazel eyes, but in a human face. Her skin is a tanned golden, dirty blonde hair almost taking away from the contrast of her skin and eye color. Her body is always covered in a dark blue woading, spiraling in Celtic knots that seem to hint at the fur pattern her other form has.

Personality

Though Lucrais is not a woman of conversation, she is not meek or mild in any stretch of imagination. As she possesses two physical forms, she also seems to drift between two emotional, mental, and spiritual forms. One is calm and tender towards others she deems "of her kind" with a tendency to express emotions in a physical manner. This part is oft found reading history and poetry, sophisticated enough to speak in an eloquent manner. The other form, however, is hostile towards any minor threat. She is selfish and unforgiving, only spending effort on those she believes to be useful to herself. She speaks quickly and curtly, barely sparing a second glance towards the weak or the needy. Her instincts guide her and she is never bound by societal rules or guidelines.

Equipment

The cat form is independent of physical goods. However, the human form takes on simply clothing, a satchel, and pearl locket about her neck. Her satchel has a small purse for coinage, a few books, a strange collection of feathers, an empty flask, a jagged knife, flint and steel, and a spool of flax. However, the only thing she guards over her life, in either personality, is the pearl locket about her neck. It is never opened and never touched, and yet it seems to trigger intense anger if it is threatened.

History

Lucrais began life simply. Thinking simply, behaving simply, nothing but an average wildcat with a taste for chicks and strong tie to the other cats of her area. However, one day, a strange human woman, of frazzled looks and aged eyes, managed to pin the cat. There was a wild struggle, the cat clawing and scratching at the woman, almost unaware of the necklace that was forced about her neck. The woman eventually pulled back, bloody and weak, and the cat would have certainly killed her attacker then and there if it were not for the fact that she fell into the grip of death of her own will. The cat bit and clawed at the strange white pendant clinging to her, but it seemed to resist removal...and also to cause her to creep to the woman and jump over her body. She could feel the soul of the woman. It brought the light of understanding into her. Sparks of self-awareness crept along the edges of her mind...and she sought out more of these dead humans. She took more and more until she was able to comprehend, to understand, and to feel herself. Her existence. Her opportunity. With each human soul, she gained more and more sentience, and a stronger thirst for knowledge. Then, one day, she was able to mimic them, those she hunted. She looked like them, walked among them without fear, and spoke to them in guttural sounds that they understood her by. But there was a strange conundrum as she reached this mental prowess. Suddenly, she not only understood herself, but others. She could understand their hardships, their happiness, and their grieving. She felt a guilt connected to her thievery, and so she stopped. Simple. But then simple was all anything was. Words slipped away, thoughts became mindless, and her form was bound as an animal...So she began again. She swore to herself then, that nothing would restrain her hunger. She would continue, despite whatever pity or guilt she felt about the dead. Their souls fueled her very existence, and she was never to give up on such a precious thing...

So begins...

Lucrais Eubh MacLagain's Story

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#2013-04-15 09:50:33, as written by CelticCat

Lucrais nodded slightly to the Lord, one hand slowly moving to brush her locket. She looked around herself and felt the tugging on the back of her mind increase at Istzyr's absence. She looked to the door back to the hall and sighed softly to herself. "And I was actually having a lovely time..." she whispered to herself. Quickly and quietly, she moved towards the exit, slipping off the ring and leaving it on a nearby table. She felt the tension of fear take hold again and she used it to fuel her stealthy exit.

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#2013-04-15 10:04:17, as written by lostamongtrees

Zosimos and Daemala continued to twirl, the song changing yet again. The outer circle had more or less dispersed, leaving a die hard group of dancing individuals at the center. Over one on side of the Ballroom, many guests had assembled to mend a wound. Some of the more vampyric guests shot wanting looks, but none dared to strike.

"Ooh!" Daemala gushed as she passed under Zosimos's arm, hearing the change of music.
"Your favorite?" He guessed, falling away from her, then drawing in.
"But of course," She beamed, stepping into a twirl. They danced on for much more of the song, until a note was drawn out. It was here Zosimos swept Daemala into another deep bend. Her arm fell back, as well as her jaw, raven hair cascading to the floor between largely puffed sleeves. Many of the other dancers had taken this moment to strike poses, some extending far away from each other connected by simply their fingertips, others in deep embrace.

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