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Funeral Sky - Syrena - 01-05-2016
Syrena
let the water take me
Back. She was back in this wretched hell for there was nowhere else for her to go. After the invaders had come to the Falls, Syrena had lingered for a time but her unwillingness to swear fealty made her an unwelcome shadow that haunted the ponds and pools that the waterfalls fed into. Besides, she had reasoned, without the friends she had made there the Falls had become incredibly dull. So the siren had left, hoping that by leaving Helovia she would regain her powers - that she could return to the life she had known before. She had set herself up at a beautiful little swap and there she had waited - preparing her nesting spot and herself for what was to come. They both shone by the end. She hungered for a soul but her time in Helovia had also alarmed hr to the point where she thought it was time. She would breed with the next suitable male and pass her beauty and rage on to a daughter before it was too late. When he had come to her, all of her magic had failed. He had even gotten close enough to touch her - the point of contact with her cheek still felt as though it was burning although it had been several seasons ago. She could still feel it, that dreadful touch. Nothing showed externally, of course, for it was just a touch but it was a brand on her soul. She was no longer flawless, no longer perfect. Syrena had fled from him in despair - the sadness taking over. And now she was back here. A fat, autumn moon hovered over the ocean where Syrena stood in the shallows. The water was calm, the surface stirring just slightly with a breeze, and the waves gently collapsed around her - sending the lower half of her legs into swirls of greens, teals, and blues. She was tainted now. Still better than the rabble that populated this hell - she could see some of their shapes further down the beach - but tainted all the same. How did these horses live these empty lives - as simple, mortal creatures? How did they live perfectly ordinary lives? She had been born a monster, a goddess even, and now she was nothing. I want to die. darya87 | larfsalot on deviantart open for any! :D one last thread before she goes up for adoption <33 RE: Funeral Sky - Caenan - 01-06-2016
RE: Funeral Sky - Syrena - 01-14-2016
Syrena
let the water take me
Someone joined her and it was a true testament to how far she had slipped because for a while, she didn’t even react. It took her a moment to notice and, truthfully, if he hadn’t spoken to her she might not have even noticed at all. He. His presence still disgusted her, infuriated her, but she no longer had the energy or the drive to act on those emotions. Syrena’s blue-grey eyes drift from the ocean that they got their colour from and toward him. There was a faint tug at her memory upon seeing his face but weren’t they all the same? All the males she had met in Helovia and elsewhere were blends of faces. It didn’t really matter if she had seen him before, he was just as plain as the rest of them had been. But in this land, so was she. There were fins along the back of her cheeks, on her legs, scales that lined her body, but she felt utterly normal. It had been a long time since he had asked his question but she finally responded - eyes moving back to the gentle waves that folded and rose before them. “My sisters.” They had come to her once, to gift magic to her and begged her not to despair. But it was easy for them, they were already dead. Their troubles in this world were over. But she would visit them every day if it meant that she got to be returned to them. Although she disgusted herself with how she was continuing the smalltalk, answering the questions he asked with a deadened voice but answering them all the same. “The sea. The sky is nothing, a void that reflects the sea because it wishes they were one and the same.” How could anyone be entranced by the sky? She doesn’t ask the questions back but the flat fin on the back of her cheek nearest to him twitches, the tiniest of gestures to invite him to, if he should wish. darya87 | larfsalot on deviantart @Caenan |