[ Lucina has been hunted, once — in a different world, a different timeline. For her blood, for the threat she posed, her actions. The fact that she fought back; because of course she did, because that was the only way to protect her home, something she would never give up for the world. Her presence here speaks to her survival, but that doesn't change the past.
She remembers the feeling well — cold, hard eyes on her, the slow approach. So it is hungry, just not for what she expected. It kicks up the instinctive, fight or flight parts of her brain; except she will always choose fight. Her hand moves to her sword, though there's no move to draw it just yet. She is not cruel enough to kill a creature in cold-blood, simply acting on instincts, with no ill-intent behind its actions.
But she is tense. Prepared. Slowly sets the food down as she moves to stay, slowly backing away to recover the lost distance. Grips the sword to pull an inch out of its sheathe, all the while watching the wolf. ] — Peace.
[ Lucina speaks, but she doesn't have high hopes it will work. ]
bc u said i could
She remembers the feeling well — cold, hard eyes on her, the slow approach. So it is hungry, just not for what she expected. It kicks up the instinctive, fight or flight parts of her brain; except she will always choose fight. Her hand moves to her sword, though there's no move to draw it just yet. She is not cruel enough to kill a creature in cold-blood, simply acting on instincts, with no ill-intent behind its actions.
But she is tense. Prepared. Slowly sets the food down as she moves to stay, slowly backing away to recover the lost distance. Grips the sword to pull an inch out of its sheathe, all the while watching the wolf. ] — Peace.
[ Lucina speaks, but she doesn't have high hopes it will work. ]