Unknown island off the coast of Greece, 1222BC
A month passed. Her hunting skills had gotten better, but it seemed, regardless of how good she did in embracing something, the blonde woman always had something to criticise her about. Whether it be from hunting messily, despite being only a month into this life, to being too humanlike, or portraying herself as weak, there was always something she was criticised about.
Arcadius was a natural at this life it would seem. He did everything perfectly. They were exact opposites in that respect. It only made her feel more like a failure at being an immortal. The constant gripes wore her down, her smile slowly disappearing from sight. Even Arcadius's normally amusing commentary on absolutely anything and everything didn't make her smile anymore.
Her eyes drifted around the red and gold drapes of her tent. It was her own safe haven. No one was allowed in here without her consent, something everyone seemed to be respecting, even Caius. His red eyes followed her around wherever she went. He still tried to get her on her own, whether to talk or something else, but Athenodora always made she was there, interrupting something before anything truly began. It was infuriating, more so to him than her, although she wasn't sure. He practically breathed flames whenever his time with her was cut short, but then he seemed calm and collected not even hours later. It confused her to no end.
She wrapped the silken red, black and gold spun sheets around her tighter. They felt smooth and alien against her skin, but it wasn't unpleasant. She exhaled softly. It was a strange feeling, being an immortal, and her experience of it hadn't been great so far. There was nothing but the maddening thirst and the criticism. How enjoyable could that be?
Crunching of sand alerted her to a visitor. Dark hair appeared at the edge of the drapes to her tent. Arcadius. She lifted her head from the feathered pillows drearily. "You can come in, big brother," she called quietly, and he wasted no time in entering. His eyes rested upon her still form and he sighed heavily. "Caius told me to tell you that we're leaving for a neighbouring island to hunt. He wants you to come."
Her golden tresses moved as she shook her head. "I am not thirsty," she murmured and his brows furrowed. "Your eyes are near enough black, little sister." He stated gently, taking a seat beside her. His hand gently rested upon her shoulder and he rubbed lightly. "Is there a reason you do not wish to go?" He asked.
She hummed. "I cannot hunt correctly. I am a failure at everything regarding immortal life. I do not hunt properly, I do not feed correctly, I make a mess each time I do so. I am hesitant in feeding, something I know angers them. I do not wish to be a nuisance towards them, so I shall simply remain here."
Arcadius shook his head. "You are less than a month and a half into this life. You will make mistakes. Ignore those who will point them out. I make mistakes. I was filthy the first time I fed. I merely changed before you saw me. Come now, Lysandra, let us all go and sate ourselves."
A sad smile overtook her face, and yet her answer remained the same. "No," she whispered, turning away and closing her eyes.
The washing up of the waves along the shoreline was her favourite noise. It soothed her, lulled her into a deep calm, but it did little to mask the approaching footsteps of the blonde woman as she pulled herself from the murky oceanic waters some hundred feet away. She moved swiftly up to Lysandra, a scowl painting her pale lips. "I want you to leave," she hissed, the sound like a snake as it readied to strike. "I want you gone from my island." She seethed through clenched teeth.
Lysandra looked up at her, her brows furrowing. "But what about Arcadius? Caius?" She uttered softly as she pulled herself to her feet nimbly. The blonde scowled in response to the last name. "His welfare is no concern of yours. I lost a chance to be mated because of you. He went to that forsaken island of yours to hunt and never returned. He was planning on claiming me when he returned, sated in order to make it last, something your imbecilic mind knows nothing about! You ruined everything by taking him in and healing him!" She snapped ferociously.
Bright eyes dropped a little, ashamed. Had she really come between them? She knew from discussions with the blonde haired man that he had in fact been considering it before she saved him. Had she truly ruined absolutely everything? It hurt her to think that she had.
Lysandra looked at her knotted fingers that were situated over her stomach. Her eyes glassed over with tears that would never fall. "I understand," she murmured, the vulnerable feeling making her uncomfortable and weak. "I will no longer entertain his advances. I will leave as soon as I have convinced Arcadius to do the same." She murmured, the sounds of the mentioned men pulling themselves from the ocean a mere hundred feet away reaching her ears. She swallowed before rounding on her heels and heading back towards her tent, ignoring the call of her name as she disappeared through the drapes.