The Hunt
Men are loud.
Loud and stupid.
Their minds only occupied with their cruel lusts. She can see it in their eyes as they reach out to her, their hands dirty and greedy and grasping, always grasping.
Taking what is not theirs.
She has the sight.
She sees each dark thought and reads every perverse lust. She can see it in the shadows of their beards, the bludgeoned shape of their hands.
Each acid breath that washes over her face from their broken yellow teeth sickens her, fills her with a raging emptiness.
Undine floated back to them. Her once ensnaring eyes cut from her face, dark yawning pits in their wake. She found Sabrina herself, crushed between the rocks, her arms covered in bruises, her head shorn of all her glorious copper hair. Corella had come back to them in pieces on the tide, her mouth opened in a soundless grimace.
She feels the cut of her teeth against her lips.
She parts her mouth and swallows their screams whole.