Born 1870 in La Palma, Darién – Panama. Her mother was a native Panamanian and her father a fae that hailed from across the pound though his exact birthright was never known. Her father, like herself was a Kelpie. He’d sang, an opera song, most alluring and entrapped her mother but instead of dragging her into the depths of the marshy Darién Gap he laid with her and the two created a child. Xandria was the only child of the pair and despite her father’s tendencies her childhood was one of love and laughter.
That changed when construction on the Panama Canal actually began in 1881. The influx of Frenchmen made for easy pickings, many deaths were never correctly accounted for the likes of her father and over time herself, but there were those who realized there was more in the marshland than disease. One such man had encountered werewolves and always carried silver bullets in his gun. When she was but twelve years old her father was fallen by such a bullet, square between crimson red eyes.
Her mother was devastated and Ria tried to help her but eventually the woman, her mother, died of a broken heart. By the age of sixteen she was alone in the world. She wandered the area. Consuming children, men, and women as needed. Her favorite delicacy turned into men, she liked Frenchmen most, having been raised on them from a young age, but she’d settle for any man. She’d literally become a man eater. Of course she wasn’t too picky, naughty children, snobby women, even the elderly were lured to the depths by her song.
There were rumors that circulated that a mermaid or siren was killing the natives, so few had ever seen her natural state and survived. In fact none had until a trip into Columbia had her meeting a marvelous man. He was a singer, like her father had been before, and she was instantly and against better judgement smitten. She went to his shows; she sat in front of the stage and admired him for weeks and months, until they connected on a more personal level. He was an excellent and talented bass baritone, but when she finally came clean about what she was, appearing before him as the black mare with bridle and saddle he used that power against her.
It turned out her human baritone was the son of a powerful black witch who’d educated the man on what her kind was. He’d simply not been sure because until that time so many of the tales spoke of male kelpie instead of female in glamour form. She spent most of the first portion of the 1900’s a servant to her once boyfriend turned master. In that time he raised in popularity a majority of his would be competition dying from mysterious drownings if their bodies were ever found at all. When she turned eighty she got a birthday gift…her former lover turned master died. The year was 1950.
Needing a change she headed north into the United States, settling in Florida. The marshes were perfect and at least there were other things to eat when in 1986 the fae came forward to the public. At least some of them did, her kind weren’t allowed – murdermares weren’t really the friendliest looking and considering her appetite for human flesh it was understandable. She turned to eating Florida gators or the lost tourist that came to close to the shore. She often hunted near dusk when gators often hunted too and it worked for a while.
Then the year of 2004 happened and hurricane after hurricane battered the Florida coastline her chosen prey went further inland and the actual wildlife sought refuge. She moved to California after that. A land of beach babes and surfer dudes she had to pick her prey more carefully but she was attractive in her glamour and combined with her singing she ate well but where once her meals were daily or weekly they became monthly and sometimes even longer. She couldn’t eat gators anymore as she’d down on the east coast and instead began to prey on other fae when able or an innocent harbor seal and the occasional dolphin.
She shied away from commitment, having learned her lesson, but did take to bed a few men and some women. She didn’t care the gender as much as she cared for what lay beneath the shell. It was always a few one night stands or a month then ghosted, usually on her account but occasionally the roles were reversed. This continued until the area became suspicious and she moved on. She traveled through California veering into Nevada, then upwards again and back into Cali before stopping in Oregon for a year, then finally entering into Washington in 2017. She stayed in Seattle for most of that year then in early 2018 moved a little further inland.
She followed interstate 90 until she landed in Richland and took up to hunting and stalking prey in and around the Delta and along the Columbia River or Yakima River. Who knows who’ll become prey next or love will finally win a spot in Ria’s heart. Only time will tell, one song and watery meal at a time…