The mare who once entered these ancient ruins, had been skittish and flighty. If she thought the God of the Earth was a frightening sight to behold, she had no idea what she was in for, with the manipulative and cunning Goddess that she now sought. Phaedra had gained confidence - becoming a spy in the Grey, stealing an amulet, completing her quest and gaining a companion, winning a spar; it had made her bold. And her boldness had brought her back to the Veins, to ask for more.

The sooty palomino entered slowly, with poise and elegance. All her life, she had flirted with stallions so that they might view her as some pretty thing, that they could have, and touch, and do with as they would. In turn, they would protect her. Phae was slender and lithe - she was no fighter. She needed them, in the same way they craved her. But coming to Helovia had been different...she didn't need them in that way, but still found that she enjoyed toying with them as they did. Stallions could be so easily manipulated by her feminine charms - mares as well. She had once manipulated stallions to protect her - her tactics had been defensive maneuvers. Now however, she craved the ability to take matters into her own hands; to mould her future herself.

Thus, on this warm BirdSong evening, Phae ventured into into the Veins, moving without a moment's hesitation to the shrine of the Goddess of the Moon. She had heard the Goddess possessed unequaled beauty, but could be vicious and cold. It was...appealing, Phae thought. Absently she wondered if any stallions had ever been with the goddess, or, more accurately, if she had ever been with any of them...? The thought sent a shiver down the mare's spine, filling her belly with a warm pulsing light.

"Lady of the Night, Goddess of the Moon. " She said softly, onto the breeze, feeling sudden apprehension. The God of the Earth had sent her on a quest which ultimately proved to be for her own good. After hearing of the Goddess whom she now sought, she very much doubted that her quest would be as easy.


[OOC: Seeking - Dark x Light Magic :: Glamour : Ability to have males become temporarily enamoured/attracted to her.]

Sirens. Such creatures had been given many titles, and had lived in many legends. Winged Daughters of the Earth, Femme Fatals, Dangerous and Beautiful. The Goddess of the Moon, as she appeared in all her dark splendour and fear instilling ways, could easily be one.

Be quick, winged nuisance!

Phae lowered her sea-green gaze with a respectful fear. As he nostrils flared, taking in the peculiar scent of the Goddess, she wondered why she had come at all - perhaps the God's were tethered to these veins some how...perhaps they did not have a choice, if they were beckoned in the right way. Of course, Phae knew not what that was. And yet, was it not peculiar that the Goddess had appeared, if she was as agitated and annoyed with Phae as she seemed? Then again, if the Goddess' patience really had waned, Phae was not about to test the limits of her kindness.

In her minds eye, she viewed herself as a siren - she remained herself and yet somehow...she was not. As if she was subtly changed, viewable only in ones subconscious, based on their deepest lusts and desires. Could the Goddess see her thoughts? She believed that the God of the Earth had. What quest will I be sent on? She wondered, and then, cheekily, You could just give me what I seek. And why not? If the Goddess was so ready to simply be done with her - then why bother, indeed? Then again, she would not voice these opinions aloud. "The magic of the sirens, Lady Moon. I would ask you to grant it to me."

[OOC: The admin's might have to weigh in, based on experience and preference, how this magic actually manifests. With char's like Lotus, I know there were flowers involved...Maybe Phae's appearance could just...be enhanced, while she used her magic? Or it could resonate from an item, like a feather from the Goddess? Whatever ya'll think is fitting. :3 ]

Although Phae expected nothing less from the manipulative and beautiful goddess, it still sent a wave of terror through Phae's sooty breast. Being beautiful was not merely some trait that she flaunted, it was her means of protection. At its core, it was her identity. For what did the inhabitants truly know of Phae, other than her pretty face?

Still, Phae's subconscious would not let her be bruised so easily as the goddess vanished. She's jealous the dark part of her mind whispered, coddling Phae in false flattery. You are more beautiful…she seeks to curse you, not gift you anything. This empty words did make the sooty mare feel better, if only momentarily. For a moment, she felt the same confidence that she always had - that any beauty queen must feel as her crown is ripped from her head - Am I not the same as I have ever been? She thought boldly. But it is true what they say - about beauty being only skin deep. The Goddess was forcing her to bear her nakedness to the world, and Phae would not falter. At least, right now she didn't think she would.

With a haughty laugh, unmistakably forced, Phae raised her slender pink muzzle. For the last time, in a long while, Phae's delicate and sooty form lithely danced away from the Goddess's dark shadow. "Yes" She replied, her voice already becoming hoarse and distorted. As she moved away, already bits of her creamy tail lingered on the stone as they removed themselves from her tail bone. Quickly, her departure was lined with tawny feathers, first creamy and sandy coloured, but appearing more moulted and grey as she went.