Cerulean Cape lost in a concrete jungle

She allowed her body to go limp as her head was pushed with mighty force beneath the shivering water's surface, appearing to liquidify herself and drift underneath miniscule rivulets of blue - she waited, lungs burning but breath held carefully in her chest, until she was certain he was revelling in the success of a new kill. Only then did she swing herself up, feeling a sting in her eyes as the saltwater found purchase against her unprotected gaze, and snapped her jaws to release the grip of the monster.

She wasn't about to be murdered in her home.

Whether Faeryn's teeth did or did not sink beneath the black pelt of the other mattered not - when his hold on her had released, the sylph swam deeper out into the bay, swift and with clear purpose; she moved as a born sea creature herself, navigating the waves with fish-like ease, adept at keeping herself afloat. He'd not be able to catch her here, for her legs were treading through water with a greater skill than she might have walked upon land.