Lazily, she studied him. One ought to have explained it was unsafe, leaving your vulnerable young this close to her domain. Her wild sea-green eyes pierced the small child that was pressed excitedly up against a thick sheet of protective glass where the tide met their fine establishment that dotted the shoreline. Glancing around for indications of parental supervision she found none. Alone; perfect. With a swishing motion, her elegant silvery tail breached the water, gleaming against the bright sunlight and crystal blue waves as she drew herself higher onto the ledge seeming to both shock and delight the little creature all at once. Foolish child. “Hello. What is your name?” It asks of her now, possessing a complexion mixed with caramel and bronze, with curly dark hair. Water droplets beaded through the glistening locks of hair cascading down her back, fanning out around her with the steady ebb and flow of the tide. Pressing her forehead against the weighted glass in a silent battle of wills, coyly, she studied the face separated from her own by mere inches before a predatory smile flashed across her delicate sea-green features. A momentary flash of teeth within it. The child merely grinned back, unaware of the danger lurking against the glass. Possessing fins running up and along both arms and either side of her neck, the Sirens stomach and chest were scaled as if fashioned from a gleaming mail, while her slender ears were pointed and elegantly sloped. “Can’t you write?” the creature asks her now with genuine concern. This question grated at her substantial pride. Did it consider her kind, illiterate? 'Could she write?' Though in truth, she supposed this response shouldn’t be altogether surprising, nor unexpected. Mortal-kind had always been presumptuous. Lazily, as though each motion took an unearthly amount of effort. Ailsa scratched marks onto the outer most pane with her silver, razor-like talons, as the tiny child watched mesmerised. “Ail-Ailsa Ruyvette-that’s a pretty name” came the somewhat clumsy response of her prey. “Mine’s Minoas”. She did not care to know his name; it was of little consequence to her. Mournfully the siren began to sing; hers was a lilting, haunting song. One of heartache, ocean waves, the farthest reaches of the sea, bitter-cold loneliness, and the deepest depths of despair. Satisfied that this insignificant creature would come to her, as all things inevitably did, from the need to answer the siren’s call and ease her loneliness. Susceptible to this, the most deadly of all their weapons. Soon enough, the child’s eyes had grown heavy and unfocused. Seeming not to notice or remotely struggle against her hold on him; yet an adult might recognise this clear sign of bewitchment in time to attempt to shake it off. Gazes locked, maintaining the song as needle-like spines spread outward through the layers of flesh. The talons on her fingers grew longer until they had pierced through the solid pane of glass. Foolish mortals, always believing they were safe within walls, never knowing entities such as her could reach beyond those barriers. Still, spines grew from her palm and spread across the left side of her face, morphing slightly further even as she reached for him. A spine-covered palm had just latched onto her prey, quick and deceptively strong, when the child was violently dragged away, meat and flesh shredding agonisingly along his arm in the process. Causing the tiny child to wail in sudden confusion, pain, and shock. Snapped back to the present once more. Ripping her talons through the leg muscles of the boy's father, now, severing tendons. Sensing the vibrations through the water as the mortal cried out in agony, from somewhere above, the sound of heavy footsteps approached; reinforcements were coming; the sounds warped by the surf, and their fierce battle over the child. Staggered by such deep incisions, his grip loosened against his will as the tendons and nerves began to tear one by one, buckling from both pain and instability, even as the adrenaline pumped through his system. Clamping down with furious anger, her talons dug deeper; still, straining a final time against the glass in her efforts to combat his own superior strength, the siren was determined to claim some prize, at least from this most considerable risk she had undertaken. Severing the main artery in his thigh in the process, now, she knew he would not get free. This one would bleed out for interrupting her kill. Tossing his son across the room was all the remaining fight, the mortal could muster as a last resort as his motor skills slackened and he slumped spilling his own lifeblood as it poured from the wounds he had sustained. Before his right leg, and arm were severed entirely from his torso in one fluid motion, he didn’t even get a moment to react before she dragged him through and into the surf, using her sense to become incorporeal, dragging the body through the final few metres and vanishing as suddenly as she had appeared. Sensing the other mortals a room away. Security personnel amassed in the room, having entered the apparent aftermath of a horrific scene, a small child wailing upon the floor was the only occupant, sitting in a pool of blood. His father’s blood, it would turn out. Until medical staff arrived on the scene. Deep lacerations pierced his left arm during the frantic but brief struggle. Wounds too many to count, lifeblood spilling across the floor. In a flash they had scooped up the abandoned child, issuing an emergency page for medical personnel, and for the authorities. Examining the scene extensively in the meantime. While a tall, dark, detective with an intimidating continence puzzled over the mystery before him, considering the amount of blood amassed on the floor of the room, his features settled into a grim expression. The medical team had arrived not long before him, examining the scene around them; there were no signs of others within the area, yet laying several inches from the reinforced glass was a recently severed leg and arm. A surge of revulsion traveled through him, before he forced it back and returned his attention to the small child, seemingly the sole survivor of whatever had occurred there. A petite medical officer her brows knitted with concern as they tended to the child’s injuries on the scene amid fear of his going into shock, she worked diligently, asking questions throughout the process. Of course, her probing for details received only vague and bewildering answers. Listening silently as the child attempted to describe the strange woman beyond the glass, and how all he could remember was the way she had called and sang to him so sweetly, before suddenly attacking. Recounting in his distressed and limited capacity for communication, how his father had saved him and been taken instead. Exchanging perplexed glances, most attributed the boy’s account of what had taken place to extreme trauma, and the distressed mind of a five-year-old attempting to rationalise and explain the inexplainable. There was no sign of any attacker from beyond the glass that was evident by all accounts. For not only was the window made from protective glass; but surely it would be shattered had it been breached, or at the least broken in several places. Yet no damage was evident to their eyes. There had been far too much blood to have belonged to the child alone, even if the severed limbs weren’t already evidence enough that an attack of some sort had transpired within the room. Yet, there had been no sign of others fleeing past security personnel, nor reports of anyone so brazen as to be dragging a body missing several limbs around within the area, such a sight would be impossible to miss with a blood trail leading away. Yet none existed. The matter had left them scratching their heads, and it would continue to do so as months, and then gradually years passed; yet still the case went on unresolved. No one had believed his tale despite the insistence that it was true, for it sounded crazy to everyone he told. Until the boy too, over the next ten years, came to question it, his memory, and his sanity as well. At least he had until the memory of those haunting ocean-green eyes, and the woman stirred in the recesses of his mind again. In the moments when they had labeled him as crazy, when all he wanted was to erase everything, his gaze would return determinedly to her marks, scarring left on his arm from their temporary encounter. One day Minoas would learn the truth; he would locate and uncover what she was, and ensure she never ruined another life again. Not if he had any say about it. Thoughts of vengeance had fueled and consumed his every waking thought, seeing him through the years of orphanhood and countless hardships Having withstood the countless people telling him he was crazy. Many who once challenged old ideas had been considered crazy, only to be later proven correct. They would all soon learn the truth. For he would show them. —————- This is an old piece I wrote many years ago; recently I had some free time and decided to rewrite it in order to display my progress as a writer since back then. I have aphantasia, so the more visual and descriptive aspects of scene setting and characterisation are difficult for me. Still, this is an update on my progress. There are areas where I feel it could be sharper and crisper, but for the most part I am content with it, and if I sought to perfect it then I’d never get around to uploading it.
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Orin Telvaneth Orsicestith
Name: Orin Telvaneth Orsicestith
Age: Undisclosed/Unknown- He is Ancient in truth
Gender: Male
Race: Orin is a long lived being, however he is not to Zaliha’s observations of the mortal races, neither is he of the Fae. Therefore Zaliha is confused about precisely what Orin is. He is in fact a Naga.
Appearance: Orin has dark skin, with pale white hair and cool blue eyes. Despite looking young, he has been alive for an incredible amount of time. Kree is a child in comparison to Orin. Orin dresses in plain unremarkable robes or clothes to blend in and go unnoticed among those within the Realms he visits. The word naga means "cobra" in
Name: Zaliha Arteaeri Atruas (this profile is enormous) I also edited again ^^
Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark red hair, green eyes and narrow brows, a light dusting of freckles See Picture. Wears a long sleeved over-shirt in red with a black sleeveless undershirt, a cinched in vest of brown with red accents and green embroidery, her over-shirt has an leaf embroidery design lining the hem of her shirt and sleeves, in green. A wide belt in brown matches her lace-up breeches, and a pair of sturdy lace up ankle boots with a flat heel. Her hair is usually worn loose, unless she is travelling and she wears underclothes with her atti
Name: Kreolm Asophn - Kree informally to most people
Age: Five hundred
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark hair that sticks up in places, white skin (like proper white not human white skin), silver eyes, two thin scars across his brow on the left side. Has a sharp chin and jawline. He wears a light shawl, a robe with leather supports and a plated paneling to provide protection. It is made of fine cloth from his homeland and is sewn and held together with durable stitching. Kree wears a defensive brace on each arm with steel accents, as well as breeches with a raised edge of steel accents on the seam, so it looks tidy and defenceless through the
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Character Profile - Isalore and Viinaya Yaefal
Name: Isaloré Zohi Yaefal
Age: 16
Small Bio: Pretty, charismatic, and measured when it comes to temper tantrums or outbursts, Isaloré rarely ever lets her anger or disappointment show. She is also slightly vain, with a selfish streak. Isaloré grew up with parents who loved her, yet also controlled, and protected her wellbeing and development as a fledgling vampire. Taking a no-nonsense attitude toward the responsibilities that came with having a vampire daughter that followed in their footsteps. Knowing the risks Isaloré could pose to others, and would equally be exposing herself to. Therefore despite some questionable t
Name: Katherine - AKA Kitty- Last name not disclosed
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Auburn brown hair, tied back to avoid getting in the way during a fight, with sharp bangs falling haphazardly about her face, has light olive skin with slim features, vivid green eyes, and a small statured build. Dresses in a sky blue over-shirt, white underclothes and brown trousers with a brown belt at her waist, and weather worn boots.
Weapons: Daggers, knives, and small swords or blades
Role Description: Rebellion Agent/Smuggler in training
Biography: Rebellion Agent/Smuggler in training - Kitty works within the Rebellion, having g
New characters I’ve designed that will immediately follow up the current story that I am working on. All three are from the exact same world as Kileea, Oscari and so on (From left to right - Estelle, Ulias McKormak, Kitty)
Name: Ulias McKormak (Infamous sailor with a turbulent reputation)
Age: Twenty Seven - (soon to be twenty eight)
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Straight and sleek black hair framing a gaunt, sharp featured face, a sharp nose and slim lips cracked by salt spray or sea breezes. Has dark blue eyes, though one was damaged and blinded, so he wears an eyepatch. Often varies between facial hair or being clean shaven
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Estelle Aster Cylendres
New characters I’ve designed that will immediately follow up the current story that I am working on. All three are from the exact same world as Kileea, Oscari and so on (From left to right - Estelle, Ulias McKormak, Kitty)
Name: Estelle Aster Cylendres
Age: Twenty Two
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Wavy blonde hair to below the shoulders, rosy skin, slight nose, and round blue eyes. Dressed initially in white robes, with a brown corded belt. She later changed to clothes befitting one that would be accompanying an infamously known smuggler and traitor.
Weapons: musket, a small knife
Role Description: Priestess in training/See
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Calaia Avery Montgomery
Name: Calaia Avery Montgomery
Nickname: Calli
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Zodiac Sign: Monkey (Wood Monkey specifically)
Star Sign: Capricorn
Power: Can reduce the kinetic energy of atoms in order to lower temperature. This is often used to freeze things, shatter things, control, generate, or absorb ice.
Appearance: Blonde curls bound in twin tails to the shoulders with blonde side bangs framing her face, blue eyes, and pale skin. Dressed in a dark red robe dress with a maroon hem and maroon lining, dark maroon stockings, and red boots. Carries two daggers for additional protection on her person at all times.
Perso
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Clovea Xanthia Aliyayi Irsior Amsonia
Name: Clovea Xanthia Aliyayi Irsior Amsonia
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Curly off black spiral curls with red bindings, warm brown eyes with amber flecks within them, bronze brown skin, black laced vest with red and brown leather accents, a black shawl with a hood, lace up leggings with brown leathers designed to provide additional support and improvements to both agility and the angle of swift kicks and attacks coming from the feet. Also suited to the humid climate, because the leggings are made of a light material that breathes, with gold and red accents about the hips, has a wide belt about her waist. Has gauntlets supp
Orin Telvaneth Orsicestith by Ayan-Laurel, literature
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Orin Telvaneth Orsicestith
Name: Orin Telvaneth Orsicestith
Age: Undisclosed/Unknown- He is Ancient in truth
Gender: Male
Race: Orin is a long lived being, however he is not to Zaliha’s observations of the mortal races, neither is he of the Fae. Therefore Zaliha is confused about precisely what Orin is. He is in fact a Naga.
Appearance: Orin has dark skin, with pale white hair and cool blue eyes. Despite looking young, he has been alive for an incredible amount of time. Kree is a child in comparison to Orin. Orin dresses in plain unremarkable robes or clothes to blend in and go unnoticed among those within the Realms he visits. The word naga means "cobra" in
Name: Zaliha Arteaeri Atruas (this profile is enormous) I also edited again ^^
Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark red hair, green eyes and narrow brows, a light dusting of freckles See Picture. Wears a long sleeved over-shirt in red with a black sleeveless undershirt, a cinched in vest of brown with red accents and green embroidery, her over-shirt has an leaf embroidery design lining the hem of her shirt and sleeves, in green. A wide belt in brown matches her lace-up breeches, and a pair of sturdy lace up ankle boots with a flat heel. Her hair is usually worn loose, unless she is travelling and she wears underclothes with her atti
Name: Kreolm Asophn - Kree informally to most people
Age: Five hundred
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark hair that sticks up in places, white skin (like proper white not human white skin), silver eyes, two thin scars across his brow on the left side. Has a sharp chin and jawline. He wears a light shawl, a robe with leather supports and a plated paneling to provide protection. It is made of fine cloth from his homeland and is sewn and held together with durable stitching. Kree wears a defensive brace on each arm with steel accents, as well as breeches with a raised edge of steel accents on the seam, so it looks tidy and defenceless through the
Character Profile - Isalore and Viinaya Yaefal by Ayan-Laurel, literature
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Character Profile - Isalore and Viinaya Yaefal
Name: Isaloré Zohi Yaefal
Age: 16
Small Bio: Pretty, charismatic, and measured when it comes to temper tantrums or outbursts, Isaloré rarely ever lets her anger or disappointment show. She is also slightly vain, with a selfish streak. Isaloré grew up with parents who loved her, yet also controlled, and protected her wellbeing and development as a fledgling vampire. Taking a no-nonsense attitude toward the responsibilities that came with having a vampire daughter that followed in their footsteps. Knowing the risks Isaloré could pose to others, and would equally be exposing herself to. Therefore despite some questionable t
Name: Katherine - AKA Kitty- Last name not disclosed
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Auburn brown hair, tied back to avoid getting in the way during a fight, with sharp bangs falling haphazardly about her face, has light olive skin with slim features, vivid green eyes, and a small statured build. Dresses in a sky blue over-shirt, white underclothes and brown trousers with a brown belt at her waist, and weather worn boots.
Weapons: Daggers, knives, and small swords or blades
Role Description: Rebellion Agent/Smuggler in training
Biography: Rebellion Agent/Smuggler in training - Kitty works within the Rebellion, having g
New characters I’ve designed that will immediately follow up the current story that I am working on. All three are from the exact same world as Kileea, Oscari and so on (From left to right - Estelle, Ulias McKormak, Kitty)
Name: Ulias McKormak (Infamous sailor with a turbulent reputation)
Age: Twenty Seven - (soon to be twenty eight)
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Straight and sleek black hair framing a gaunt, sharp featured face, a sharp nose and slim lips cracked by salt spray or sea breezes. Has dark blue eyes, though one was damaged and blinded, so he wears an eyepatch. Often varies between facial hair or being clean shaven
Estelle Aster Cylendres by Ayan-Laurel, literature
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Estelle Aster Cylendres
New characters I’ve designed that will immediately follow up the current story that I am working on. All three are from the exact same world as Kileea, Oscari and so on (From left to right - Estelle, Ulias McKormak, Kitty)
Name: Estelle Aster Cylendres
Age: Twenty Two
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Wavy blonde hair to below the shoulders, rosy skin, slight nose, and round blue eyes. Dressed initially in white robes, with a brown corded belt. She later changed to clothes befitting one that would be accompanying an infamously known smuggler and traitor.
Weapons: musket, a small knife
Role Description: Priestess in training/See
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Calaia Avery Montgomery
Name: Calaia Avery Montgomery
Nickname: Calli
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Zodiac Sign: Monkey (Wood Monkey specifically)
Star Sign: Capricorn
Power: Can reduce the kinetic energy of atoms in order to lower temperature. This is often used to freeze things, shatter things, control, generate, or absorb ice.
Appearance: Blonde curls bound in twin tails to the shoulders with blonde side bangs framing her face, blue eyes, and pale skin. Dressed in a dark red robe dress with a maroon hem and maroon lining, dark maroon stockings, and red boots. Carries two daggers for additional protection on her person at all times.
Perso
Clovea Xanthia Aliyayi Irsior Amsonia by Ayan-Laurel, literature
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Clovea Xanthia Aliyayi Irsior Amsonia
Name: Clovea Xanthia Aliyayi Irsior Amsonia
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Curly off black spiral curls with red bindings, warm brown eyes with amber flecks within them, bronze brown skin, black laced vest with red and brown leather accents, a black shawl with a hood, lace up leggings with brown leathers designed to provide additional support and improvements to both agility and the angle of swift kicks and attacks coming from the feet. Also suited to the humid climate, because the leggings are made of a light material that breathes, with gold and red accents about the hips, has a wide belt about her waist. Has gauntlets supp
Anger roiled within her. Clothed from head to toe in black, dark waves of hair slapped along a bronze neck and back, as the wind surged and beat against the temple walls.
This was expected however as she had removed the chalice from its pool. A wellspring icy-cold in temperature, despite the sandy plains outside. Overhead a foreboding sky, heavy with rain and lightning was visible through the barred windows and ancient stone doors, which remained ajar.
The temple expanded through vast chambers and hallways made of stone, etched with marble and jade embellishments. Despite the heat outside, the sun failed to penetrate the inner walls. Ensuri
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For those who see this on my deviantArt page I am spreading the word that Smooshkin really needs some help given their situation. I haven't money to give unfortunately, but I can help to spread the word to anyone watching my stuff. Smooshkin needs as many people to see this or help out as possible. Please for those who have money to spare, I've pasted the link to their journal entry. To those who don't if you could just help me to spread the word and ensure this gets seen by as many people as possible that'd be more than enough, I'd really appreciate it.
Ayan-Laurel
http://smooshkin.deviantart.com/journal/OMG-I-must-ask-for-help-665259609
The Paradox Of Our Age
by the Dalai Lama
We have bigger houses, but smaller families
More conveniences, but less time
We have more degrees, but less sense
More knowledge, but less judgment
More experts, but more problems
More medicines, but less healthiness
We've been all the way to moon and back
But have troubles crossing the street to meet the new neighbour
We built more computers to hold more information
to produce more copies than ever
But have less communication.
We have become long on quantity but short on quality.
These are times of fast food but slow digestion
Tall man but short character
Steep profits but shallow rela
I don't know if anyone will views this or not, I know I mostly lurk on Deviantart to enjoy and admire other peoples work. I thought it important to spread the word and share this for anyone who may come across it. Jassy2012 is very sick she needs to raise a considerable amount of money I do not know her personally, but she has a husband and three children who deserve to have a mother to support them through life. I simply wish to help her message reach as many people on this site as possible. Please if anyone reading this can afford to donate go to the page linked in this post.
Thank you dearly to anyone who took the time to read this.
Ayan