Fire. It burns so effortlessly, destroying anything that dared to enter into its precious path. Like a spider waiting for its prey, it suddenly gets snatches you into an unbreakable web. It doesn’t wait for anyone; it just laughs as it watches everything cower in fear. But it’s so tempting to one's eye, that illuminating warm light…Almost as if it’s calling you, daring you to come just a little closer. If it catches you, it would slowly start to demolish the crisp skin, piercing into flesh that covered bone. Fire doesn't have feeling, emotion, or life it just...destroys. Destroys and demolishes what it can to contain itself. It spreads like an infection of venom and doesn't stop until the triangle is broken. Oxygen, heat, fuel. Those three things are all that fire needs to go in for the kill...
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Seiren regained herself from her thoughts. Her eyes were filled with the intriguing fiery light with the name of fire. The auburn colour mixing with shades of red and gold. Seiren flickes her silver tail against her hocks in agitation. She was annoyed because fire wasn’t a living thing, but it could be so intriguing. It was so quick to strike its power of death. The girl was jealous how fire could capture anyone’s presence with its intriguing comfort, but then could release its energy and that could be the end. Walking on the edge of the rugged terrain she wandered around the heart. Her dappled pelt appeared a reddish shade from the glow of the blistering lava. Seiren was tired of walking around; she wanted a secure place to rest. The fae had to keep moving because of mercenary groups and of course the Basin. She shouldn’t be seen by one of the Basin’s spies because then she might have the chance of d’Art finding her and keeping her as a prisoner in the Basin. She blinked suddenly realizing the surroundings had just changed drastically. “Just my luck” She thought to herself as she came to a dead end. The fae looked at the lava blocking her way to the other side. It was a wall and there was no way she would be able to get over it, unless she was a Pegasus. Taking a deep sigh, she turned around walking away from the edge and started on her way to find a different route around.

Pink lips purse together as the silver enters the presence of black. Lively flames dance in the air seeming to laugh at her obliviousness. Who is that? She wonders to herself. Walking towards him, she notices that he is a superior; A unicorn. Actually he has not one, but two horns. Very nice. A sly smile cracks upwards in her maw as she approaches the black stallion, keeping a fair amount of distance. “Intriguing, isn’t it?” She says smoothly, listening the flames scream in her drum.


{Sorry, I kind of used a recycled post but tweaked it xD}
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Her orbs glimmer with the fiery reflection, intrigued by the stallion’s words, but bothered by his glare. Ears prick forward by the sound of his unfamiliar voice. Seiren was just like the fire, daring, but deadly if you got too close. At least she liked to think of herself in that way. The dark stallion’s grunt made her feel uneasy and she her ears pinned backwards in frustration. How dare he act so annoyed? She liked to wear a mask in which she would hide her emotions behind it. So, faking a kind smile, she bite her lip so that she did not bare her teeth. Flicking her tail nervously, in the shape of the crescent moon, the silver threads now appear tinted with shades of crimson and amber. Her attention lay upon this charcoaled stallion, but he did not seem to be paying attention to her. He just stared. He started into the endless fire of hell. But then she remembered even though he did not look at her after his pleasant, he did indeed speak.

“Oh” She hissed back in response. “I see.” No need to get snippy she thought to herself. But she bit her tongue before responding. To why he was being so agitated she did not know. It was not like she planned on him being here. No. He obviously was here for a reason. But the thing for her was, she did not have a home. This unknown steed probably did. Her dark orbs traced his body, examining him. “To an extent, I do agree that the fire has murderous intentions... It was a clever observation” Her voice was normal now. And this time she gave a true smile. Nothing too big, but it was just nonchalant.


“Do you really care, or are you just making small talk?” She asked plainly. Her orbs searched for his gaze once again. She wanted to see his eyes so she could tell whether he wanted her to leave or not. “But if you truly do want to know, I don’t have anywhere else to be, so I just wandered here.” She smoothly said. “Why are you here, uhm?” She questioned him because she did not know his name. She figured she would make up own name for him since he did not seem to want to let her know. Although he did not know her name either. "Grumpy?" Seiren called in a playful, but sarcastic tone. Grumpy, she thought to herself with a smirk. The nickname definitely fit the this tensed stag.

{Red I am so sorry that this reply took forever! :/}

@[Torleik]


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Intriguing he was, yes. But, he was very stubborn and to an extent Seiren liked the broad personality he portrayed and also disliked it. It reminded the silver very much of herself in a way that she was kind of an aloof soul. And for some reason her dark, enchanting orbs, were searching for his gaze. They traced towards his horns and his white striped markings that ran across them. When their gaze met Seiren could not decipher a feeling, but she knew that somewhere along the lines, they could possibly get along for this moment being. A sly smirk arose on her soft features. However, she indeed was a stealthy one. If someone tried to get too close to finding out the true her and the haunting secrets which lie beneath her skin, then she would shun them. There is no explaining her past; it just haunts her every second. She does not need reminding of it, and Grumpy was the perfect distraction to release her of those thoughts.

As his brow rose in bewilderment, Seiren watched. Again, his low toned voice rang to meet her drum. The girl’s ears, tipped forwards, intrigued. But now, more than ever, he seemed agitated and she could feel a tense between them. Or maybe it was just her, but Seiren did not know how to reply to that statement. She just simply swished her tail, like a crescent moon, briefly to show that she did not care if he wanted to know or not. She was just asking a question. Most others do not really care whether she was there or not. She was like the passing of fog. Something a soul walks through and cannot see the rest of the world momentarily. They know it’s there, and its blocking their vision slightly, but the soul ignore it anyways. But the dark stallion was not ignoring her. Even though he seemed to be agitated, he still returned the gaze and attention. Seiren did at least appreciate that.

“"Why in the nine hells would you come here?"

Why in the nine hells do you ask so many questions? She responded in her mind. Flicking her orbs towards him once again, she let out a small sigh. “Because,” she paused, not losing his gaze. “I don’t have anywhere else to be, so why not?” Her gaze fell and she looked towards the fire. She absolutely dreaded living alone, but this was the lifestyle that she was used to. All she needed was food and a temporary shelter and she was good. But, Seiren did not realize how desperate she really was for comfort.

His chuckle snapped her back towards his gaze. She too let out a brief chuckle, glad that Grumpy was not mad about her little joke. But then, before she realized, that he too was calling her a name. Perfect. Just the perfect way to get back at her. Seiren grinned, nodding her head, as she appreciated his comedic statement. “Touché, Grumpy,” She smirked “Touché.” A grin plastered on her face as in “it’s on ram!”

Seiren was truly now enjoying his company, but wanted to disregard his question. However, she chose not to disregard it. “I do not have a family or a herd so I roam in the wilds to survive on my own.” Keeping this statement casual, she was not looking for his sympathy. Actually she was not looking for sympathy at all. Seiren wished that he would just ignore it, honestly. He probably did not even care anyways, so the fae was not worried. “Yes, that’s right,” She admitted to the stud. “But now, you are in the heart of Helovia. I believe what you are looking for is the Veins of the Gods.” She looked towards him now holding his gaze. “If you really want to go to the veins, I have no problem in showing you where it is since you’re not quite close to it...” Her voice was quiet and simple. She had no problem in showing him where the veins were. In fact she would not mind at all.

@[Torleik]
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