Solira: The Ocean: the return of the "princess." [any/all]

Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
Quoniqm cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.

Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison

O quam sancta, quam serena,
quam benigma,quam amoena
O castitatis lilium

And the moon would be high in the black void of sky when the blood-dripped mare walked slowly back towards the shore. Her eyes, once a bright, vibrant shade of amber were now a dull, putrid sort of crimson, as though what blood might be in her skull was oozing from her eyes. And speaking of skulls .. Hers had become, shall we say, deformed, now with the ends of brow bones protruding through her skin right above her eyes. It was .. almost cute? If you like boney cat-ears, anyway.

It would take little observation to notice that she was different, even though she retained that predatory saunter, that malicious grace inherited from her father, the beautiful feminine structure of her mother. But with the eyes and the .. bones .. one would be able to tell that there was something not quite right with the Solirian princess. And as she raised her head, inhaling the air to find her father's scent completely absent, she would let out a screech that would pierce the ears and hearts of the entire ocean. Where the f u c k was he? And why was she coming home to even more bullshit?

aian x ozymandias
e a r t h III