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[thorne.]

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[ rank ] huntress deputy
[ age ] twenty years old
[ crush ] no one
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[ mood ] annoyed
[ location ] the beach
[ tagged ] azalea, preston,
andromeda
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xxxxxxx a siren's life was a bitter-sweet serenity, a bloodied dance lingering in the calm facade of paradise and mischievous beauty. the species, as mysterious as they may seem, had a sole purpose in an undefinable, larger-scale hierarchy that left very little to be questioned or revolted. within marvelous tranquility of their island home, they'd dance, they'd sing, they'd bask in a disillusion trace, only to bring to light the very monstrosity that kept at the brink of a man's nightmare once the moon regained it's reign along a darkened sky. lorel delorme had been no exception to the unconventional lifestyle as she breathed solely within the circumscribed boundaries of the island alone, dwelling in her days with her peers and worrying not of the dangers elsewhere. it was a naive and childish notion that border-lined the realms of surrealism and authenticity, but she was wholly comfortable playing the role of knight and bowing respectfully to those that sat upon their governed thrones.

xxxxxxx like the others, lorel had been introduced to the novel existence inside the order of huntresses at a youthful age, growing into her position with complete ease. not once has she demanded a reason of their reality as mere servants to those that rule the domain, even as some of the other sirens fought with their lives for even the shortest thread lining the indistinct fabric of their history. and while the duties were simpleminded and lackluster in repetition, the blonde executed them directly, obediently - mercilessly. however when azalea found her that day, lounging near the sparkling lagoon within their camp, the vague news of vagabond seaman brought on little response. lorel merely peered over at the lead huntress cavalierly before proceeding to arise from the ruching shadows beneath a lean weeping willow, gently rolling her stiff shoulders while mentally scolding the other girl for devastating her moment of contented peace. after so many occasions, she's grown a tad tired of their evident game of cat and mouse when always knowing the likely concluding result. nonetheless, she kept in soundless serene, following within meters of azalea's lead as they approached the adjoining ocean clearing.

xxxxxxx two became more as the other sirens tailed them, quickly gathering along the beach to view the men. disorientated and lost, they were sailors of two vessels that had been shipwrecked on the rocky shores. as azalea approached them with the ceremonial greeting, lorel's expression kept in a subtle composure. the ghost of a smile lingering upon the very tips of her lips before she answered a bewildered young man stumbling onto the sand, "worry not, as the whole island is nothing but paradise." from her position, the blonde nearly overlooked the soft whisper of andromeda's voice. however the suggestion from the typically quiet siren had been quick to catch her attention, hazel eyes narrowing questionably.

[mercie]

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➥ is feeling curious
➥ tagged nobody directly
➥ friends with lorel, azalea
➥ dislikes elysia, kallista
➥ likes nobody
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x" the ambitious siren huntress "

a subtle tranquillity surrounded the girl as she watched from afar. undisturbed, she let her doubts wander past each siren, considering their loyalty. despite all sharing one common goal, the girls had slowly regrouped into two- determined and doubtful. caila despised them, yet beneath, she pitied their innocence. was there any life after escaping this island? if every being served a purpose in this earth, then perhaps their purpose its to continue the siren race. sweeping a thorny branch aside with her finger tips, she continued to survey the movements below her. word had quickly travelled through the camp, rumoring the arrival of several dozen men.

as the shipwrecked crew approached the sea-swept sand gingerly, caila turned to watched from the old willow. the first to arrive were azalea and lorel, persuaded them to camp. familiarizing herself with the individuals carefully, caila studied their features. to the blond, these men all looked the same- mundane and plain. she considered them no more than mere sacrifices made to secure loyalty. realizing her position would soon be exposed, the huntress carefully slipped off the tree, brushing the flower remains from her linen dress upon landing. joining the rest of the sirens, she painted a clueless expression on her face, matching the curious faces of the sailors. azalea quickly began the tedious speech of persuasion. a quick second of thought passed before a sailor spoke up, questioning the brunette. lorel spoke up, reassuring the young man, quickly erasing his doubts. but a subtle voice spoke shortly thereafter, juxtaposing with the roaring backdrop of the sea. it seemed like lorel barely caught andromeda's words as well, her eyes searching the girl's face for thought.

caila thought about andromeda's offering for a second, speculating her intentions. finding little harm in her suggestion, caila decided not to speak up as she waited for the men to answer