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Curiosity killed the siren - Syrena - 04-17-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free She’s not sure what brings her here. Curiosity, maybe. But she’d been idle too long anyway, unused to staying in one place. The Throat was warm and sticky and she felt like she carried sand with her all the time now. It was okay though, she liked that feeling, being so close to the water all the time. Though she didn’t like the warm part, because it was just balls hot. But oh well. She hated flying in and out of the place more, but her restless soul finally overcame the hatred of those fire wings. She sets out with no purpose, as she usually does. Her feet carry her today, leading her wherever they may go. Part of her expected them to take her to the Falls or the Edge, but they go to neither. And Thea doesn’t take over leading, dragging her into some conversation. Her companion is content to hop around Syrena’s back as a tiny little poison dart frog, playing some game with the shadows that cross Syrena’s hide. Somehow, her feet take her here. She stops a good bone-tail distance away from the altar and then some. Syrena is not a fighter, and she wants nothing to do with running away from some crazy monster. But she can’t help but watch from afar, taking very slow and very tentative steps forward. Part of her expects Kaida to be here, standing at the altar, waiting for Kaos. Though that is a ridiculous thought. Syrena probably just misses the girl (what a strange thing, for Syrena to miss someone). Probably the girl has been here and gone a million times, finding answers that Syrena just sits and waits for. Their last conversation is still fresh in her mind, how easily Kaida would pledge herself to Kaos because he seems the better option. Because his power is something to be had. And this, she can understand, but Syrena does nothing anymore without fear. Because everyone lies. Everyone in this hellhole takes and takes and takes from her. She did not like the gods, but did she really trust Kaos? After a moment, Thea hops down from her back. Yes, the little creature is deadly enough if she wanted to be, but currently, she’s also very capable of being smashed. Thankfully she’s bright enough to turn herself into a wolf before continuing forward in leaps and bounds, leaving Syrena in the dust. “Thea!” she yells, waiting for something to come kill both of them. But maybe, maybe somehow he knows they mean no harm. That curiosity killed the cat and all that. But yea, curiosity killed the cat. Or the Hydra and the Siren, as the case may be. Thea comes to a halt at the base of the altar, staring at it, making Syrena come and examine it as well. Symbols she doesn’t understand, power she will never even dream of, but there’s something wonderful basking in it anyway. Like she could harness even a piece of that power just by proximity. Maybe if she touches the altar? But fear keeps her from reaching out, so instead, Thea does. syrena just like the sea Open to any, because I cannot resist torturing poor Syrena apparently. RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Isopia - 04-17-2017
RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Syrena - 04-19-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free Right after she’d be promoted, Syrena sought out The Mountain for information on her job and the Falls. That was the last time they had talked together, had a private conversation. Syrena has seen Isopia since then, always in the forefront of whatever was happening in Helovia. Not that she would expect the other mare to have seen her. Syrena hangs back, just close enough to be involved but not close enough to be noticed, generally. Unlike today, where she’s standing by the altar, though that has everything to do with Thea and nothing to do with her. She’d be a mile away if it were up to her. She didn’t blame Isopia for the loss of the Falls. They had all failed. They hadn’t tried hard enough, and their failure was shared. But in the end, she doesn’t blame any of them, really. But she did blame their Gods, the very horses who were supposed to protect them. They had failed. And this was not the first time they had failed, but maybe it would be the last. Not because she thought they would ever stop failing, but because maybe Kaos could win. Unlikely, but maybe. Thea wags her tail as Hurbis trills in greeting, making something of a yipping sound, trying to be friendly and not wolf-like. Not that Thea would ever be very good at being wolf-like. The girl was too happy, too eager, too exuberant to ever really fit the deadly forms she took on. Though Syrena hasn’t missed the fact that Thea never seems to pick anything just for its cuteness factor. Sometimes her choices are cute, but they are almost always predators. Maybe she was making up for Syrena’s lack of well…everything. The ‘Hello Syrena,’ is almost shocking. Somehow she simply didn’t expect that from The Mountain. But it has been some time since they’ve spoken, and everyone changes. Even Syrena, as best she can. “The Mountain That Knows,” she says, her voice deadpan like always, but she offers a nod of her head in greeting, which is a step in the right direction. Syrena turns her attention back to the altar as Isopia does, keeping her ocean eyes on it, trying to understand. Understand what, she doesn’t know. Just simply understand. To be as certain as Kaida. “Perhaps it says,” she says, gesturing to the strange markings. “But it’s not a language I know. But perhaps it is simply a place for those that want to find him. The Gods can be found in the Veins, so Kaos has his own place. Though it could be many things, and I suspect serves many purposes. It is a symbol of power. It is a threat. It is a promise.” She doesn’t know what it is. If she did, she wouldn’t be standing here staring at it. Perhaps Isopia had better ideas than she did. syrena just like the sea @Isopia RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Isopia - 04-20-2017
RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Wessex - 04-20-2017 @Isopia @Syrena RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Syrena - 04-23-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free She finds herself surprised and, oddly, pleased as Isopia tells her that her assessment sounds about right. Part of her just assumes they are forever bound to butt heads, but perhaps that wasn’t the case. Perhaps they just happened to start off on the wrong topic, or perhaps they had both changed just enough that conversation came easier. The new dragon, the one Syrena doesn’t know, begins to scratch at the blue markings and Syrena watches with some interest, her face not quite showing it, but her steady gaze an indicator. Like Isopia, she wonders if something will happen, though nothing does. Then Isopia repeats her last bit, and Syrena again is surprised that she isn’t instantly condemned for that last bit of her speech. Like Kaida, she expects everyone else to simply denounce Kaos in a single breath. Like their new friend does. Before Syrena can reply, another voice breaks through their conversation, and it’s clear this mare does not see Kaos as Syrena does. Syrena simply nods at her, entirely uncertain what to say. “Feel free. It does not seem inclined to give up its secrets,” she says, trying to be polite, though her deadpan voice might fail her here. Then she turns her attention back to Isopia. This new mare might have her opinion, but Syrena is less certain, and she doesn’t care if others know it or not. “I think that depends on one’s definition of evil.” After all, Syrena had once been a siren, had once killed to sustain herself. She had once been very different than the mare she is today, and her old self would have been considered evil by many. But she didn’t think so. She never killed for fun, never wasted, tried to take those that seemed unlikely to be missed. She was far from evil, but the sheer nature of what she was made most assume she was. “Helovia’s God’s have taken everything from me. My powers, my home. They have given me very little in return.” They had given her only the ability to play with water plants, and Thea. At least there was Thea, who was currently busy bounding over toward the spiky mare that had joined them to investigate. Unlike any normal wolf, her tail is wagging, and she looks far more like a dog coming to greet a new friend. She would try to stop her companion, but Thea isn’t prone to listening. “She’s harmless,” she says toward Wessex, despite the fact Thea’s antics make this obvious. It makes Syrena a little nervous to watch Thea bounding up to a half-dinosaur. She doesn’t say more, suspecting Isopia understands the point she’s trying to make. The Gods are not perfect. She can’t say Kaos is perfect either, but perhaps he is something worth following. She doesn’t trust him, but she doesn’t truth the Gods either. At least, perhaps, he could give her something worth having. Though that seems like a pipe dream. syrena just like the sea @Isopia RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Random Event - 04-27-2017 random event
The altar shifts ever so slightly. Not as if from an earth quake, but moreso as if there is something inside of it, that has turned over. The symbols begin to pulse a warm teal light that spills down around the assembled trio. A faint blueish-green mist rises up from the altar, bringing with it the sweet scent of petrichor and lilac. Black flowers, elegantly crafted and dainty, begin to luxuriously sprout from the ground. First rising up, and then spreading their onyx petals all around. The world seems to hush with the invigorating scent, and the trio feels rejuvenated and strong. RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Isopia - 04-27-2017
RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Wessex - 05-02-2017 @Syrena RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Syrena - 05-05-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free There is part of her that is surprised by Isopia’s response. The God of the Earth is her father, and there’s something to be said for that. Syrena never knew her father, never cared to, but her mother had meant something to her. But then again, did Syrena really think her mother was all that great? No. Raidne was a powerful mix of kelpie and siren, yes, but that did not make her great. So perhaps it makes sense, because The Mountain and Syrena are not so different. Still though, Syrena’s mother was not a God. She is strangely relieved to find that her former Queen doesn’t judge her answer though, almost seems to understand it instead. Syrena nods in understanding as Isopia speaks, but the strange spiked mare is talking now. Thea is pleased with the attention she’s gotten, and she stops quite literally nosing around for attention to let the three equines speak. Equines might be a stretch for the strange trio of mares; the Siren, The Mountain, and the Dinosaur. “Evil is only a matter of definition, yes,” her way of agreeing with the point the gray spiky mare is making. “Syrena, and that is Thea.” As if on cue, she lets out a low growl. Though she’s not growling at her name, but the way the altar seems to shift, the markings now glowing. But her show of being tough is short lived, and as the mist creeps up around them, Thea yelps and runs to cower beneath Syrena. She is almost too large to fit, and Syrena is forced to shift her legs around the ridiculous wolf cowering beneath her. But then, nothing happens. Thea sneaks out from beneath her bonded, emboldened again by the lack of anything really terrifying, and perhaps by the sense of rejuvenation that floods Syrena and their bond. Thea sniffs at the flowers now, curious. “I haven’t seen that either,” she says, eyes on the strange black flowers. “It seems like a gesture of goodwill. Do you both feel as rejuvenated as I do?” syrena just like the sea @Isopia RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Isopia - 05-11-2017
RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Wessex - 05-22-2017 @Syrena @Isopia Late Wessex is late :/ RE: Curiosity killed the siren - Syrena - 05-26-2017 i want to be wild, beautiful and free Syrena knows what Isopia means when she says that she has seen what Kaos can do. Syrena had been there too that day, standing on the sidelines with no plan to fight, and no reason to do so. She wasn’t sure that Kaos was the enemy here. Just because they were used to the status quo as it had been laid out for them did not make that the right way of things. Kaos was powerful when he should not be. The magical barrier should have taken his powers from him, but perhaps coming through the Rift didn’t strip him of magic as the Threshold did. The siren offers Isopia a nod when the mare glances her way, agreeing she had been there for the monster as well. Wessex talks of a bear that came back, and she simply says, “He has done that on a larger scale as well,” thinking of the size of the monster, of all the bones they had collected. He had lied, but she surprised really. Dismayed and disappointed that he isn’t of the sea as he had pretended, but still, not necessarily upset at the lie for any other reason. He still didn’t seem to be much different than their Gods. Both mares confirm that they too feel better, like they had slept and eaten, like they were stronger and better than they had been a moment before. Wessex asks if they share something in common, and Syrena almost laughs at the question. If she were the type to laugh, certainly she would have. Looking at them, it’s hard not to notice how dissimilar they are all on the outside, a Mountain, a siren, and a dinosaur. Syrena doubted the outside mattered much. “Perhaps because we are not overtly against him, but more undecided?” She gives the last word enough inflection to be a question, not entirely sure if that’s true of her companions, but having gotten the sense it might be. “It could be his way of reaching out.” A bear for a patrol that likely stood against Kaos, as most of the horses in Helovia seemed to. Rejuvenation and life for those that might be swayed to his side. syrena just like the sea @Isopia late Syrena is also late |