Fraeia meets someone new

Secret: https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Secret


Fraeia: "My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering coal, there is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him, where ever he may go, from tower hill to black wall. I'll wander weep and moan, all for my jolly sailor, until he does return." The sweet yet sickening voice of the siren filled the room. Flipping her fin along the edge of the hot-spring's water. Shortly, pale pink strands came to the surface while her gills pulsed and her tail swayed in the warm water. Locks covering her bare breasts and the color of her strands matched her tail. ( http://i.picpar.com/ApZb.jpg ) Catching the site of a male that seemed to be relaxing with his member fling-ed out, her optics peered at him as the music soon stopped. Bringing her hand up from the aqua, she did but wave to him. Canting her head to the right then left before a sinister smile rose to her lips. "Are you my jolly sailor bold?" Lifting her other arm to rest on the land while staring at the man. He seemed to be a perfect victim to add to her collection. Skulls resting all around the walls of the waterfalls waters. Lightly lifting her digits to run them through her strands, pushing them behind her. Exposing her chest to him a little more. A gentle giggle sprung from her peach lips. Shortly letting her teeth brush against her lower lip to give it all the more seduction. If the man was gullible enough to draw near, Fraeia's hands would cup his cheeks as her song began its deadly tune once more. "My heart is pierced by Cupid, I distain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. Should he return in poverty, from o're the ocean far to my tender bosom, I'll press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling, as the pleasant month of May, and often we have wandered, through Ratcliffe Highway." Pulling him closer towards her as if she were to kiss him but had let her fangs bare out. Within a quickness lashed at him, biting his throat. Using some force, she would then rip it out. Crimson life filled the once clear pool, licking her fingers and tossed the mortal's guts off to the side. Yet another giggle would spring from her, "Too easy....." It had been quite some time since she had a victim though that's also because she was the only siren out in the middle of forest near bunfuck nowhere. A sigh slipped from her petaled lips, rather bored after her feast. Looking around delicately she searched for anyone near by. Yet, alas, no one. What a pity.

Secret: The being had been wandering so far from his home though it had been days maybe even weeks since he had last found himself near the ocean, the smell of his flesh contained only the salt drenched air of the harbor as if his very form had been stewed in it so long it would not leave. Even with the heat of the world the being seemed nearly unfazed by the air around them, ebony runic tattoos coating his limbs seemed to shift like pools of inky ever so slightly if one paid attention. A placid look was upon his features something that might have denoted complacency and yet his eyes would flick to each little movement as if studying some new and strange feeling. A melancholy voice would then begin to pierce the calm silence around him. "But the stream of Time, swift flowing, brings the torment of half-knowing." It droned on as he continued the half-mad poem. "Dimly rushing, blindly going. Past the never-trodden lea;" A snap of branch would shake through the wilderness as the male continued on his way as if making way deeper within the forest muttering a few more lines though not quite able to finish. "And the voyager, repin...." The sound would halt as he heard a siren's song, a lovely melody that carried a tale of want and longing though, with the sound of a sharp cry echoed through the woods... "Thus the living, lone and sobbing, in the throes of anguish throbbing, with the loathsome furies ribbing." The cry would end as a giggle echoed out and soft sweet words with such contempt for the soul now lost. "Night and noon of peace and rest." Carefully he would make his way towards the danger of the pool though only after she had finished her feasting. "Sweet Oblivion, culminating all the years of fruitless quest." The monotone voice seemed to be neither stricken nor perturbed by the decadent violence that had appeared before him. It was as if the malice was nothing but a rabbit eaten by a fox to the man. "Good afternoon." The tone would remain calm as the male began to find a seat just beneath a tree more no more than three feet from the water's edge. And with eyes colored like an empty sky the male would smile to the little woman, thin muscles shifting beneath the suit had worn, with it no less the worse for wear than it would be if he were walking through a city. A small leather-bound book would be pulled from his jacket as he began to jot down a few stray thoughts, the runic tattoos shifting slightly on his throat as if they were floating mere inches from the flesh.

Fraeia: As the creature heard the words even from a distance, as well as the cracks on the branches along with leaves upon the ground; the women's hair shifted from pink to a chocolate color. Soon one of her irises would shift to a sea-foam green while the other magenta one stayed. Lifting herself from the water a little bit, she'd sigh to herself in content. It had been some time since she heard poetry of any kind much less someone wanting to talk to her. Once the figure showed it's self and spoke to her with a smile, it slightly caught her off guard that he was in a suit. His eyes as pale as the sky above. Her strands covered her bare breasts barely, but enough to be decent in front of the other. While the rest of her frame was covered by the water but showed her slender yet toned torso. "Did you write that?" The women wondered. She'd keep the the edge of the water and face him, catching the runic tattoos shifting on his throat. She'd reach out her right hand trying to touch the symbols, though did so slowly. If he were to let her touch them, she'd see if it were an illusion or not. Part of her wished it wasn't. Watching him jot down a few things in his leather-bound book, she'd let her preach stained lips perk up into a smile. Was he a witch like her? What exactly was he? There was mystery about him, although there was mystery in her too.

Secret: A calm look up from his book would cause their eyes to meet if one were to say that the depth of one's soul could be gazed through the eyes. The male's would seem as deep and fathomless as the darkest ocean, the shifting depths would seem to change ever so slightly. The swallowing feeling would disappear as the depths seemed to shift. The smile would seem unnatural at this point, like a creature wearing a mask that seemed human, but wasn't. "No, it was written by a man who saw only fear and hatred early in his life, before having a change of heart towards the end." The tone remained emotionless though the male would shut the book rather easily letting it shift back into his front pocket. "I am known as Celatum, and you?" With a hand he would motion towards her, though his eyes would never stray below her own, staring with a near uncomfortable gaze one a normal creature may have broken by this point. Shifting from the tree he would scoot closer to her and if one paid attention there would be no trail nor furrow behind him as if he had never taken a seat in those few feet from the water's edge. "I take it, you are full as well miss?"

Fraeia: There was something un-natural about the being in front of her. When she watched him carefully, she noticed that there were no marks behind it. It was as if he almost hovered over air while walking but it wasn't. As she caught it's name, she soon lowered herself back into the water but only kept her head above. "Fraeia." Was all she could respond with. The tone on the other was so emotionless and so shallow. She'd nod at his question and gulped deeply. Soon she'd let her eyes shift to him only for a moment to see his still deep sky blue. Though there was a part of her that was curious about him but the other half wasn't sure if she wanted to know what he was. Let alone understand what he was. Even if she was told. "What are you doing here? I'm guessing it's not because of me."

Secret: With a shift of the hand he would offer a palm to the area around them. "I enjoy exploring things, though at times I need to be near water." The tone droned on in a near calming manner as the male began to stand. "If I may be so bold may I venture within your waters?" The eerie smile would remain though the being would begin motion towards the waterfall as he did not wish to intrude, the smell of tidal surf and the ocean would begin to dampen as the male canted his head now, examining her form as one would study something bizarre. "Miss Fraeia was it?" The tone shift small bits at a time with the barest fringes of emotions coming forth. The runes on his flesh would begin to fade as the male stood, still leaving no discernable trail behind him.

Fraeia: It needed to be around water? What exactly for? That eerie smile of it's, so dark. So melancholy. Taking a few sways backwards, she'd offer a spot to come inside. "Yes, Fraeia." She began. Gulping again nervously, the women felt something within her warning her that being around him was maybe not so great of a plan. Though another part of her drew her to him. Seeing the runes disappear, she'd blink a few times in surprise that they were now gone. It was examining her frame as if it didn't really understand what she was. He looked human but knew he wasn't. "As long as you don't wish to harm me." She told it bolding. Even if the creature tried to do something she had magic to keep her safe. Whatever the hell it maybe. Fraeia did notice that his tone shifted to a calmer tone though, maybe he or it was trying to make sure she wouldn't be frightened by it. Only time would tell.