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01-15-2017, 09:52 AM
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01-15-2017, 06:56 PM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free She had never thought herself normal. Not before Helovia. Not even for her first year or so here. Syrena is not, of course, normal in the strictest sense of the word, a strange amalgamation of fish and horse. Once, that strange amalgamation had meant something, had made her something. Something more. Something other. Something better. A something that was stripped in the blink of an eye. Not that had known it at first. No, she’d carried on like she was still that something more/other/better. Like she had some right to hold her head high and act better than everyone else. Of course, once, she had been. Now, despite the always wet skin and the fins on her feet and behind her ears, she feels so terribly normal. In this land of improbabilities and oddities, she is normal. It is a horrible thing to feel. Normal. But she is. And she almost acts like it some days too. Tolerating small talk, working for a herd that truthfully is about dead as hell. Why does she do these things? No clue. No damn clue. Other than she doesn’t know what else to do either, because she’s shit out of luck anyway. Her magic is gone and it doesn’t come back and there’s nothing left for her to do but toil away till her dies. But at least, there is something to do. It is proving better than mourning over something she can never have. Though still, there are days where she simply mourns. Today is not one of those days, because on those days, she ends up at the sea. Truthfully, she always ends up at the sea sooner or later, though her paths are sometimes circuitous. Today, she’s not entirely sure where she’s heading except that she’s getting out of the Falls. Maybe the Throat. She doesn’t know their Wise One yet. So she heads south, straight through the Deep Forest. It’s not fate or divine intervention that brings her here. Just sheer dumb luck. Probably, anyway. But she doubts the Earth God is paying any attention to what she’s up to. But there, in the Deep Forest, on no particular path, is Bathsheba. “Sheba?” Syrena calls, her voice softer than normal. There’s not much emotion to it, but there’s something beneath the strange deadpan lullaby of her voice. “Are you okay?” syrena just like the sea @Bathsheba because <333 Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Reli
01-23-2017, 05:48 PM
bathsheba Email P
01-29-2017, 07:55 PM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free There are only certain sounds that she finds comforting. Above all others, she loves the sound of the ocean. The constant lapping of the waves against the shore, the constant crashing of the waves. This, to her, is the only real comfort. It is the song of her sisters, it is the song she once used to sing. The one she one day would like to sing again. When she cannot hear the ocean, the sounds of waterfalls crashing off their mountains, the sounds of gurgling rivers or bubbling streams will bring her some sense of peace. But it is only the sound of the ocean that brings her true comfort. She carries that sound with her now. A gift from the Earth Turtle, or whatever he was called. The strand of seashells hangs from her mane near the water drop charm that stains her otherwise gray mane with cool colors. The shells emit the soft sound of the ocean, and when she simply needs to feel like herself, she can flick her ear back and listen. It is not the same as standing in the surf, but it is the next best thing. This sound though, the way her name comes out in a gush from Bathsheba’s lips, is almost as wonderful as the sea. It catches her off guard, the way Sheba’s voice sounds in that moment. The way, really, Sheba’s voice makes Syrena feel. There’s a pang in her heart, like it skips a beat to find the girl unharmed. But she doesn’t know what to make of that feeling, and she’s still trying to figure it out when the girl comes crashing into her. She nearly stumbles backward and away as fast as possible. Nearly. It is her immediate thought, and she’s got a hoof in the air before she can stop herself. Now her name on the girl’s lips is almost desperate, and it stills the seal-gray mare. Her skin crawls where they touch, but she cannot bring herself to step away. It seems like the completely wrong thing to do in this moment, no matter how miserable any contact makes her. But she stays. For Sheba. For the weird pang in her heart that doesn’t feel empty but full. Full? Is that really the case? It’s been long since she’s felt anything but the loss of her powers, but the bars that keep her locked in Helovia. She can’t even trust her own sense of emotions. But it’s clear something is wrong. Or was wrong. Or… “What happened?” she asks, and though there’s little emotion in her voice, it is perhaps softer than normal. Perhaps tinged with a bit of kindness that is not normally there. syrena just like the sea @Bathsheba Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Reli
02-22-2017, 12:25 PM
bathsheba Email P
02-26-2017, 09:01 AM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free It unnerves her that she might care for anyone. Anything. Caring means getting hurt. Something that has become more of a habit lately than she’d like to admit. She’d cared about the Falls, had slowly grown to like it, maybe almost even love it. Only to have it snatched from her. She cared about Kiada, would protect that girl with her life as she has done with Bathsheba as well. Since when would she give her own life for someone else’s? Since when had she accepted that her own life was something to be given now? No longer capable of immortality, of using the lives of others to sustain her own. Yet how had she turned to the other side of that coin? Willing to give her life to sustain someone else’s. Well, willing is an overstatement. But still. She would do it, kicking and screaming. But she would do it. “In the forest?” she asks, a little confused. “Is your mother not in the Basin?” She thought that’s where the girl is from, though she wasn’t entirely sure she was right. It never really crossed her mind that maybe her mother dumped her there, or maybe it was only her father now. That maybe something bad had happened to Sheba’s mom and Syrena was being an insensitive ass. But then again, that would be more like Syrena, and less unnevering to everyone involved. Syrena was an insensitive ass, though not on purpose, but just because some things never even crossed her mind. The girl goes on to say she got lost in the forest, and Syrena can do nothing for a moment but stare into the forest. It’s a place she does not go, not farther than the outskirts where the trees are still thin enough to let light through. From here, the forest doesn’t look like much, but Syrena knows its an easy place to get lost. She nods toward the edge of the forest, encouraging Sheba further out – further away. The girl, for her part, admits to missing Syrena. It stops Syrena in her tracks for a moment, that she might be missed. She was nothing here, no one. How could anyone miss her? And in truth, she cannot say she missed the girl, because she has never really missed anyone. No one has ever been in her life long enough for her to miss, and she’s always been the love-em and leave-em type until recently. “I’m glad you are safe now. I’ll make sure you get home.” Because it’s not like she was going to just up and leave the girl here. syrena just like the sea @Bathsheba Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Reli
03-02-2017, 08:53 AM
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03-12-2017, 12:44 PM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free Sometimes she wishes she could make the appropriate emotions show on her face. That her beautiful, but deadpan voice, would dip and soar with the appropriate inflections. Once upon a time, she knew how. Could sing and act her way into luring wayward travelers into her trap. But when Helovia stripped her magic from her, somehow all that went away. She was left with a shell of herself, and she wears her carelessness like a mask now. Any crack in it and the damn might break. She might become something else entirely, no longer herself, but even more bitter and wrecked than even her insides are now. Sheba doesn’t ask to go home though. She asks to go to the Veins of the Gods. A place Syrena has never been, and currently, did not plan to go. She does not trust them. Has no reason to trust them. They have taken everything from her. Her magic, her home, herself. But she promised to keep Sheba safe, and so of course she will go. Because she doesn’t know how to show that she cares with a smile or the right words. She can only act, even if she acts like a large, unfeeling dog that just sort of trails after her charges. “Okay,” she says, nodding her head in the direction of the Veins and then setting off, keeping an eye to make sure Sheba is in fact coming with her. Because Syrena wasn’t going to that place to speak with the gods herself. She had nothing to say to them. Well, she had a lot to say to them, but it wouldn’t come out kindly, and she knows better than to anger the Gods. They took without being angry, she did not intend to find out what they would do to her if she opened her mouth. syrena just like the sea @Bathsheba Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Reli | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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