♟ -- Lysterac ( you can post :3 )

[Asherwy]

okay guys just sayin' that i shall continue this as soon as 'frame of mind' is finished so yep
have a concept of siren's lil' bro
also captain i love your design of siren so much
i'm just gonna put it up on the front page
yea

[Asherwy]

Siren trailed behind the two as they relentlessly chatted about unbelievably trivial matters. Their voices were like grating against her eardrums, as if they were trying to collect all the shreds from her ears until they were sure she was stricken deaf. Her jet-black ears twitched incessantly with immense displeasure, her head ached for them just to be silent even for a minute. The aggravated girl was about to put a padlock onto both their mouths when Floret asked why they were travelling to Larkin.

"Well, we need some herbs for Siren's wounds," Ky began bashfully, but his expression quickly hardened in seriousness. "I also want to ask about whether anyone else has encountered strange incidents, like Nightscreechers out of Maledi for example."

Siren could've sworn Floret's pale eyes wavered in alarm, even though it lasted for a split-second. "Oh really? That's frightening!" If she was in any way alarmed, she was doing a fine job of covering it up. Luckily, they were nearly at the edge of the village so Siren wouldn't have to listen to their insistent blabbering anymore.

While she stomped off in the direction of Larkin, she turned back to see Ky still stammering his goodbyes to Floret. Growling in exasperation, she stayed put until the lovebirds were finished, her black tail lashing from side to side. At last, the pretty blonde girl pecked him on the cheek and waved farewell as he stumbled away in shock, his soot covered hand cupping the area of her touch.

"Take care!" Floret's high voice faded in the distance as the pair continued their trek through the Hush, replenishing their water at the river that flowed past the village. Siren hadn't uttered a single word to Ky since they left the village. His face was still as red as a dragonberry even though he seemed to have turned back to normal.

"Floret's really nice isn't she?" He sighed absent-mindedly, staring into space with an dreamy expression.

Siren glanced over at him and gave a flat warning. "Hole."

"What do you m-" He was interrupted by his own feminine shriek as he tumbled into a ditch. Thud.

She stood there for a moment, nonchalantly contemplating the empty space where Ky used to be before he had so gracefully plunged into that ditch. A hand appeared and fumbled around the dirt for a reliable hold to pull himself up with. With a huff and a grunt, Ky scrambled out of the hole and swiped the dirt off his clothes and pack. His face was flushed atrociously, and Siren was about to hiss at him to forget about Floret, but stopped when Ky spoke.

"Handsome guys aren't supposed to scream." He complained, rubbing the back of his head in humiliation.

Siren glared at him. "Floret has made you disgustingly effeminate." She muttered.

Ky glanced up mischievously, eyes bright with a frisky light. "What'd you just say?"

"Nothing." She sighed, and kept on walking.

Ky bounded up to her, nudging her shoulder playfully. "C'mon, tell me! I'm the one who actually took care of your wounds remember?"

She didn't respond, seemingly indifferent to his nagging as she turned her head to the side to hide her smile.

Eventually, the palatial towers of the castle and its magisterial spire came into view just over the horizon. Its magnificently monumental wall that was so conveniently named the Rampart of Larkin could not yet be seen from their rather low vantage point. As a kit, Siren had heard of Larkin as a glorious city, overflowing with resplendent buildings for creatures of all races to lay their eyes upon. Many called it the second most powerful citadel in all of Lysterac, Charen Burg being the first of course.

"There it is!" Ky exclaimed, relief lining his excited tone. They had been trudging in the boiling hot midday sun for a few hours now and the water they had hardly quenched their thirst in the relentless heat. Twitching her ears, Siren spotted a lone tree among the soft blades of grass and motioned for Ky to look.

"Let's rest there for a while." She suggested. Without waiting for an answer, she bounded over to its shady canopy leaving Ky to hobble pitifully behind her.

"You're too fast Siren." He panted, collapsing against the trunk with a hefty thud.

Closing her eyes, the Karnell let out a complacent sigh, revelling under the invigorating shadow of the tree's branches. "Okay." She mumbled.

Smiling in feeble amusement, Ky began to unpack, taking inventory of their belongings so far. He pulled out their water container and took a gulp, handing it over to Siren as he rummaged through his bag. Drinking gratefully, Siren felt the energy seeping back into her body again. She would certainly need it for the remaining distance to Larkin.

"You done with that?" Ky asked, holding his arm out to retrieve the container. She nodded and returned it to him, gawking in shock when he stole another swig from the canister. Wiping his mouth of excess water, he glanced at her and grinned rascally. "What? You're blushing." He chuckled teasingly.

Face contorting in angry embarrassment, she turned pointedly away from him, back shaking in fury. Smiling, he shoved the canister back in the bag and stealthily crawled up to her, pressing his ear against her trembling spine. He could feel her freeze at his touch. Almost instantly, she sprang away from him with incredible speed and hissed defensively. "W-what was that for?!"

Ky only gave her a smug grin, eye twinkling in laughter. "You were purring."

Her face flushed a deep red, tail lashing violently. "No I wasn't!"

"You were."

"I wasn't!"

Ky just relaxed against the trunk and continued to re-pack their items. "Whatever you say." He singsonged mockingly, still smiling. Growling in irritation she knitted her brows together at the stubborn Smokedrifter and marched off in the direction of the city. Ky looked up in surprise. "Hey! Wait for me!" He shouted, ramming the rest of their belongings into the bag and taking off after the embarrassed feline.

At the gates of the citadel, the pair was inspected by two rather intimidating guards before being allowed in. As expected of the safe haven for the royal family. Siren thought. In time, they stepped back and gestured for them to enter. "Du kan passere. You may pass."

As they dipped their heads at them and walked on, Siren leaned over to whisper in Ky's ear. "What are they saying?"

"It's the official language of Larkin, an ancient one too. One of the oldest languages of Lysterac." He replied knowledgeably, "People only started speaking Enish when humans began popping out of nowhere, but the humans call it English."

"Oh." She said, returning her gaze to the dazzling buildings around her. Larkin was such a different place from her village, races of all sorts could be seen roaming the streets, there were even a couple of Silverwings soaring through the air.

The memory of the tragedy wasn't as painful anymore, it's just another memory after all. Suddenly, the same voice she heard from that night slithered into her mind, an intensely unpleasant sensation that sent the hairs on her neck standing. He's here, find him.

But this time she replied. Who's here? She asked desperately, confused by this odd presence in her body. No answer. Deciding to forget about the strange voice, she relaxed when the slimy strings vanished from her mind and focused on the wondrous sights surrounding them.

There was a human strumming a bittersweet tune from his harp, silver coins glinting proudly in the sunlight as they were tossed in front of him. Gazing upwards, she spotted a young, female Mystic airing out an intricately patterned quilt. They made eye contact, taking Siren by surprise as the Mystic gave a friendly smile, waving. After wandering for some time through the bustling streets of Larkin, they approached a quaint little corner store, its door frame decorated and carved with enchanting floral designs. The baby blue overhanging sign read 'Kister Urter.' Kister Herbs.

"This is it! All the best herbs come from Kister Isle, let's go inside." Ky announced happily, an air of accomplishment surrounding the boy. But as soon as they stepped into the shop, they were met by quite a bizarre scene.

"It shall be prorogued! Ah, parting is such a sweet sorrow." The sentimental voice of a boy drifted to their ears, followed by an angry shout.

"What is wrong with you?! Speak properly!" Bellowed a deep, gravelly voice.

Siren perked her ears in confusion just as the slimy voice creeped into her head again. There! "That's...!"

A timid voice joined in, sounding like it belonged to the shopkeeper. "Venligst holde det nede, please keep it down..." He pleaded helplessly.

They ventured further into the store, the perpetrators of the argument gradually coming into view. The emotional boy was extremely short and pudgy, with squinty little eyes and a unappealing bowl-cut of black hair sitting on his head. "Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course." He did not seem fazed in the slightest.

"What is going on...?" Ky frowned in puzzlement, overwhelmed by the commotion.

Siren's icy blue eyes dilated at the sight of the man who owned the deep voice. "H-Husten?!"

"Listen, rat, if you don't start making sense I'll chuck you halfway across Lyster-" He paused at the sound of the female Karnell's voice, his droopy, chestnut brown ears lifting slightly against his russet eyes. "Siren?!"

~~~

"What news have you acquired, girl?"

The torrid wind sneered its last word as the blonde-headed female approached. Shadows twisted and embraced her in the darkness, milky-white eyes glaring icy daggers through the air. The hooded figure was nowhere to be seen, for he had matters to attend to and errands to run. Even though she wondered, she remained deathly silent in the presence of that demon. Not a word of inquiry or defiance was to be breathed under the prying pupils of its obscured gaze.

"I have found the point of his weakness."

She spat sharply, her pale, flaxen strands of hair quarrelling with the shadows surrounding her. There was nothing in this world she longed for than to flee from this overbearing wind that pressured her, forced her to carry out its actions or else face eternal, living torture. The girl suddenly felt the air begin to caress her cheek, its blistering touch scalding her face, yet leaving no marks. Biting her lip, she tasted the tangy flavour of blood on her tongue.

"Splendid..."

It breathed gently, releasing her face from its grasp and trailing along the ancient walls of the cave.

"Shall I...?"

The current instantaneously whirled on her, blasting the girl in a sweltering gust of wind. She began to feel minuscule rat claws against her skin, scraping at her until she was sure that they had scratched her skin raw, but her soft flesh was still glowing quietly in the gloom.

"He must not be distracted by its existence...I will be sure to veil its essence until his work is complete."

look i drew siren haha

[raey]

this story rocks dude
I seriously love Siren she is darn cool
So yeah
Love it
Until now my feelings are save xD

[Asherwy]

eeey thank you nannie
i'm still trying to figure out how to make it cool
ARGH

[raey]

how to make it cool?
- lays head to the side -
- shrugs -
It is already darn cool

[Asherwy]

d'aw stop it you
-pats-

[raey]

- purrs -