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Syrena
let the water take me
Back.
She was back in this wretched hell for there was nowhere else for her to go. After the invaders had come to the Falls, Syrena had lingered for a time but her unwillingness to swear fealty made her an unwelcome shadow that haunted the ponds and pools that the waterfalls fed into.
Besides, she had reasoned, without the friends she had made there the Falls had become incredibly dull. So the siren had left, hoping that by leaving Helovia she would regain her powers - that she could return to the life she had known before.
She had set herself up at a beautiful little swap and there she had waited - preparing her nesting spot and herself for what was to come. They both shone by the end. She hungered for a soul but her time in Helovia had also alarmed hr to the point where she thought it was time. She would breed with the next suitable male and pass her beauty and rage on to a daughter before it was too late.
When he had come to her, all of her magic had failed. He had even gotten close enough to touch her - the point of contact with her cheek still felt as though it was burning although it had been several seasons ago. She could still feel it, that dreadful touch. Nothing showed externally, of course, for it was just a touch but it was a brand on her soul. She was no longer flawless, no longer perfect.
Syrena had fled from him in despair - the sadness taking over.
And now she was back here.
A fat, autumn moon hovered over the ocean where Syrena stood in the shallows. The water was calm, the surface stirring just slightly with a breeze, and the waves gently collapsed around her - sending the lower half of her legs into swirls of greens, teals, and blues.
She was tainted now. Still better than the rabble that populated this hell - she could see some of their shapes further down the beach - but tainted all the same.
How did these horses live these empty lives - as simple, mortal creatures? How did they live perfectly ordinary lives? She had been born a monster, a goddess even, and now she was nothing.
I want to die.
She was back in this wretched hell for there was nowhere else for her to go. After the invaders had come to the Falls, Syrena had lingered for a time but her unwillingness to swear fealty made her an unwelcome shadow that haunted the ponds and pools that the waterfalls fed into.
Besides, she had reasoned, without the friends she had made there the Falls had become incredibly dull. So the siren had left, hoping that by leaving Helovia she would regain her powers - that she could return to the life she had known before.
She had set herself up at a beautiful little swap and there she had waited - preparing her nesting spot and herself for what was to come. They both shone by the end. She hungered for a soul but her time in Helovia had also alarmed hr to the point where she thought it was time. She would breed with the next suitable male and pass her beauty and rage on to a daughter before it was too late.
When he had come to her, all of her magic had failed. He had even gotten close enough to touch her - the point of contact with her cheek still felt as though it was burning although it had been several seasons ago. She could still feel it, that dreadful touch. Nothing showed externally, of course, for it was just a touch but it was a brand on her soul. She was no longer flawless, no longer perfect.
Syrena had fled from him in despair - the sadness taking over.
And now she was back here.
A fat, autumn moon hovered over the ocean where Syrena stood in the shallows. The water was calm, the surface stirring just slightly with a breeze, and the waves gently collapsed around her - sending the lower half of her legs into swirls of greens, teals, and blues.
She was tainted now. Still better than the rabble that populated this hell - she could see some of their shapes further down the beach - but tainted all the same.
How did these horses live these empty lives - as simple, mortal creatures? How did they live perfectly ordinary lives? She had been born a monster, a goddess even, and now she was nothing.
I want to die.
darya87 | larfsalot
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one last thread before she goes up for adoption <33
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