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05-16-2015, 09:54 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
The battle, if you could call it that, was over and Syrena found herself with a new herd. Oh well. New blood, new souls. She still found herself thinking of the horses and horse-like creatures that lived in Helovia as another species, as prey. Still she craved the life force that she imagined radiated from them all, even though she knew she had no power to actually do so. How sweet it would have been! She had not promised Essetia that she would not feast on any of these males, after all.
Oh, Essetia! Where was she?
The pretty mare had gone missing quite some time ago but, really, Syrena had not been prone to finding her sort-of-friend for long talks so the lapse in time did not mean overly much. Perhaps, the siren wondered, when she descended from the cliff-top perch where she had watched the battle, she would find her friend and Romul waiting with the new herd.
She was careful not to gather too close, these were strangers and they were also filthy animals - she did not dare gather with the crowd lest one of them accidentally brush against her side and taint her forever more. There was certainly some curiosity in her as she scanned the crowd, finding the faces that she had not yet avoided. Two stallions were the focal point, speaking about unity and family and ranks - not a single sentence of which interested her. Syrena was not here to be a part of the herd, she had yet to feel inspired about the Hidden Falls. The waterfalls had called to her, the rivers and the ponds where she found her food. The fact that there was also a herd that lived here seemed to be nothing more than a footnote.
Unless they became a problem.
And that was why she stayed - sticking well to the back. Close enough to hear those that spoke up but not near enough to actually be a part of a group. It pained her to not be the focal point, to not find some reason to call to them with her sweet voice and dazzle them. Perhaps a time for such things would come in the future. For now, dark eyes blinked lazily as she watched and learned what she could about the new crop that had moved in.
Oh, Essetia! Where was she?
The pretty mare had gone missing quite some time ago but, really, Syrena had not been prone to finding her sort-of-friend for long talks so the lapse in time did not mean overly much. Perhaps, the siren wondered, when she descended from the cliff-top perch where she had watched the battle, she would find her friend and Romul waiting with the new herd.
She was careful not to gather too close, these were strangers and they were also filthy animals - she did not dare gather with the crowd lest one of them accidentally brush against her side and taint her forever more. There was certainly some curiosity in her as she scanned the crowd, finding the faces that she had not yet avoided. Two stallions were the focal point, speaking about unity and family and ranks - not a single sentence of which interested her. Syrena was not here to be a part of the herd, she had yet to feel inspired about the Hidden Falls. The waterfalls had called to her, the rivers and the ponds where she found her food. The fact that there was also a herd that lived here seemed to be nothing more than a footnote.
Unless they became a problem.
And that was why she stayed - sticking well to the back. Close enough to hear those that spoke up but not near enough to actually be a part of a group. It pained her to not be the focal point, to not find some reason to call to them with her sweet voice and dazzle them. Perhaps a time for such things would come in the future. For now, dark eyes blinked lazily as she watched and learned what she could about the new crop that had moved in.
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