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05-05-2017, 06:51 PM
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?”
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
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