The contemplation stirred curiosity in her breast. She glanced to her flank, where her lasso was fastened firmly about her waist. A shame, she had nowhere to store the blood within herself due to her now spiritual nature. Yet it had enough magic remaining in it from her murder (and the magic that had not yet transferred itself to her spirit) that she had been able to grasp it, and the deed had then been done. It belonged to her, both magical and physical. She could touch it due to its magical nature, but had nowhere to store it due to it's physical nature as well. So she had earned herself quite the wrappings about her midsection.
Ugh, the loop had come unbound again, and had gotten caught on a thorn. Peculiar it was. How the lasso could become caught on physical things yet was not damaged in a sense. These thorns should have drawn blood, yet of the blood available to them they spilled none. Perhaps it was the magical nature of the blood. Still, it struck her lightly as curious. It soon passed as she unhooked her weapon and tied it more snuggly so as to keep the whole thing fastened about her.
She leapt over shrubs and bushes, uncaring for the crimson plant life yet not wishing her lasso to become stuck again.
Honestly, that had been the fourth time in the last ten minutes.
Or had it been an hour?
She was losing track of time with no body to keep her stable.
And that's why she was headed the way she was.
She scowled. Initially, her intentions had been to find a pack of her own kind, and to take her place among them as a warrior. Yet circumstances had changed, and now she needed to find somewhere to stabilize herself before she faded away. In some aspects, being a spirit was harder than being alive.
Ah well, she could still feel the draw of other spirits coming from far away. And loathe as she was of company, she would have to make do if she did not want to cease existing. At least she couldn't be hurt by physical blows anymore, which was pleasant.
There had been two pulls to safety, two pulls of spiritual grounds. But this one was closer. And so she walked on towards an unknown destination. Seeking a pack not for company nor to share in their life, but for her own safety. She was already beginning to lack a sense of time, she couldn't allow herself to fall further into apathy towards life.
If there was one thing she refused to be apathetic towards, it was her continued existence.
So the brown woman slipped between two bushes, mildly impressed that none of the thorns caught her. Or perhaps she was just getting better at maneuvering these thickets. Yeah, that was probably it.
After all, it was her.
OOC: This is liquid-timed to after Lydia's confrontation with Mirror-butt! It has been agreed that she will be killed at the end of the thread so although she is currently listed as an Acerbus, she is a Spirit in this thread and soon shall be listed as one, once the thread with Mirror-butt is over. <3
Note: Not officially threaded yet but in this thread Lydia is in possession of Blood Scourge. Again, this will be happening at the end of the Mirror-butt thread. She pulled the blood from her dead body and used it to make a lasso as she had done with the iron thread in the dream realm. She practiced for a fair amount of time to become adept at using it in the dream realm, she wasn't just going to give up that effort! The lasso has both magical and physical properties. Physical because it is psychically the blood of her corpse and magical in that, well, it's a magic power. She would have some trouble using it very well if it wasn't. ^^;