siren song
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Half the human population has recently been lost to the beasts that are at rise, and the rest is close to a death wish.
The temptation to let one's guard down is nearly impossible to resist in this new life, and once a human – no, any species wearing a human body - gives in, they are either dead or subordinates to their "friend" for the rest of their lives. Demons used to be human; it was only after their deaths that that humanity was lost, and some even went on to take the bodies they died in. Werebeasts and vampires, under the guise of an illness, are not quite as easy to create as was once thought. Shapeshifters only appeared afterwards.
Groups of six to thirteen humans/humanoids are not uncommon, although they, too, pose a horrible danger if even one member turns out to be malicious.
The town of Hyacinth, or H, a small area where it rains almost daily, is an incredible thing.
A race of creatures has risen that is the most beautiful, haunting thing a human will find in their lives; these animals invariably have a true body – a human being that may or may not be attractive – but the attribute that is easiest for them to exploit is their appearance. Their voice, their looks, their everything alter according to the sight of an onlooker and become the picture of beauty; not even necessarily the bystander's dream romance, but whatever they long for most. They cannot leave the town, but they are undoubtedly the most dangerous yet.
They are not mermaids or the true bird-women of mythology; their nicknames are Sirens, owing to both the name of the place and the frequency of the rain. The flower of the bird-women and the water of both.
A mysterious breed of shapeshifter has been appearing in H: it "looks like, eh, what ya think a kelpie would, but ain't got nothin' to do with kelp."
There have actually been reports of angels.
Bone-chillingly powerful ones.
It's November. The year no longer matters.
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Half the human population has recently been lost to the beasts that are at rise, and the rest is close to a death wish.
The temptation to let one's guard down is nearly impossible to resist in this new life, and once a human – no, any species wearing a human body - gives in, they are either dead or subordinates to their "friend" for the rest of their lives. Demons used to be human; it was only after their deaths that that humanity was lost, and some even went on to take the bodies they died in. Werebeasts and vampires, under the guise of an illness, are not quite as easy to create as was once thought. Shapeshifters only appeared afterwards.
Groups of six to thirteen humans/humanoids are not uncommon, although they, too, pose a horrible danger if even one member turns out to be malicious.
The town of Hyacinth, or H, a small area where it rains almost daily, is an incredible thing.
A race of creatures has risen that is the most beautiful, haunting thing a human will find in their lives; these animals invariably have a true body – a human being that may or may not be attractive – but the attribute that is easiest for them to exploit is their appearance. Their voice, their looks, their everything alter according to the sight of an onlooker and become the picture of beauty; not even necessarily the bystander's dream romance, but whatever they long for most. They cannot leave the town, but they are undoubtedly the most dangerous yet.
They are not mermaids or the true bird-women of mythology; their nicknames are Sirens, owing to both the name of the place and the frequency of the rain. The flower of the bird-women and the water of both.
A mysterious breed of shapeshifter has been appearing in H: it "looks like, eh, what ya think a kelpie would, but ain't got nothin' to do with kelp."
There have actually been reports of angels.
Bone-chillingly powerful ones.
It's November. The year no longer matters.


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